Frisbee dogs/Good boyfriend

On Sunday the backyard "lawn" was mowed so now it seems like there is grass.  I got really excited because now that it isn't just a field of foot high weeds, we can play frisbee out there!  And wow, do these dogs need to get their energy out.  With me recovering from surgery and not able to bend easily with these miserable staples, I haven't been able to do anything with them.

Enter the wonderful, goes above and beyond, boyfriend.  He cleans my moldy coffee pot with vinegar, drives me around town when I'm sick and detoxing to find just the right food to settle my stomach, and now, he plays frisbee at length with the stink hounds.  And if you have ever played frisbee with them of even watched the process, you know it is a slimy, frothy, disgusting ordeal if you don't love the mutts like I do.  And yet he played with them while I was on duke patrol and then while I took a million pictures.  They were some tired, tired doggies.

One extra thing that was so great about the whole deal - those dogs moved faster than I've seen them move since last summer because they've really taken to him and they wanted to impress him.

Let's just say I was impressed.

More pics of the event… how can you not love him (and the dogs)?