Must be hard to be a full of energy young dog that belongs to an old man with bad knees. He always wants to play, sadly I don't. Oh well, at least he gets plenty to eat and lots of rest. Seldom gets too cold or wet. And neither of us can complain of not getting enough love or affection, 'cause that's what we give and get. Not a bad deal in the end.
Another small observed Moment in Time. Brought on by a long day hold up indoors out of a black cold rain filled sky. In front of the warmth of our hearth and fire. When he can not stand the peaceful quite any longer, when the Dog Gone Blues get hold of him, he grabs a toy and runs with total abandon around and around the furniture as fast as his fleet Boxer Dog feet can propel him, and when done, collapses back down onto his doggie bed, sighs deeply and closes his eyes, all spent. "We'll take a walk tomorrow if the sun shines young Tucker dog, I promise."