There are those days you wake up and spring out of bed with ease — today’s going to be a day full of wonder.
We didn’t have anything in store, really, for Saturday. But when we woke up and saw two white-tipped tails beating on the dog bed in unison, eyes intently fixed on us, we should have known the boys had other plans.
We got up, fixed some coffee, had a big stretch — the boys in classic downward dog position and the humans in more of a sun salutation — and threw open the back doors to the yard to greet the morning sunshine.
And that’s when we saw it! The stick!
It was a lovely gift from our Live Oak to our boys. And the boys took one look and knew immediately what to do. As though they had dreamt of it and woken up with tails wagging, ready for the takedown.
Once they had defeated it, they proudly wore it around the yard, like a cape draped over a king’s shoulders.