Tasha waits for me while we cross the island between garden plots.
Otherwise, she was on her leash. I recently got a "jogger's leash," as it's called. It's a belt I can wear around my coat. The leash part is like a bungee cord and attaches to the belt, leaving my hands free to hold the camera. It takes a little getting used to, especially when Tasha runs around me essentially binding my legs, but we're getting used to it.
I now have an image of you wrapped tightly around the legs in Tasha's lease as she continues to run in circles ... and you still taking pictures.
ReplyDeleteHa! Me, too, Mitchell!
ReplyDeleteTasha does stand out against all that greenery.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, Mitchell's image is also the one I had in mind...!
ReplyDeletemitch, at least I haven't fallen over. Yet.
ReplyDeletejudy, :)
anne marie, thank goodness. Callie blended right in.
jan, it happens every time.