SzescstopniPietruszka managed to scratch our new bedroom door event before they were mounted.
Although we generally have a drought there's still some water in the ditches on this side of a watershed. It might be a perfect place for the dogs to cool off, but the water smells of methane and hydrogen sulfide (that rottern egg smell), and so do the dogs, for a while. Then they're back to their standard muddy wet dog smell, which is OK.
A toll gate on one of our regular paths through the forest. Whenever we go here Pietruszka (the smaller one) jumps onto that decaying log and demands a treat to let us pass. Masza is not as bright as Pietruszka, but she often copies her friends' actions, and gets some treats too.
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Bruno strutted and fretted onto the stage, but decided that this brave new season is too hot and went back behind the curtains.
Do you remember to stretch a bit after spending hours in front of your computer screen? Vuko does.
Pietruszka is a weird dog but this light in an old cowshed makes her look even weirder.
A pellet regurgitated by the local owl, on a table where we sit with our neighbour in the summer. Pietruszka jumped onto the table so her foot is shown for scale. Yes, this table needs fresh paint.
That small cluster of black pixels in grass at the edge of the forest is Moro, our fierce Polesian wolf.
This guy must be crazy. Walking in a forest with dogs, holding a helium balloon on a string. What the fuck is wrong with people?
