Lucy eyed me with suspicion as I walked into the pasture.
Fresh off a photo shoot with the chickens and the feral beast,
I was carrying my magic carpet,
a most handy accessory when photographing from the ground.
It passed Lucy's inspection...
...and might have passed George's had Lucy not told him to mind his own business.
Lucy eventually lost interest, enabling the boys to get a closer look.
Before George hauled it off, I laid claim and got down to business.
Lucy seemed concerned that I was lying down on the job.
At least she didn't try to climb on my back, which is somewhat surprising
given how many times I've climbed on hers.
Alan's nostrils are even cuter from this angle.