I went to feed the old girl, and there she was, walking across the field with a big rock in her mouth, just dripping saliva. She set it down long enough to eat her kibbles.
Finished with breakfast, she licked her chops...
...picked it back up, and took off.
Over the fields...
...and through the woods...
Back to her lair (dry and warm under a tree with her goats.)
She set it down (I also noticed an old ratty tennis ball, which is interesting because we've never given the dogs tennis balls)...
...and took a bath. Good work 'Thena.







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