Sure, we love mushing. But sometimes we just hang out in the backyard on a gorgeous spring day and I take a bunch of pictures of them.

There was enough of a break between being able to ski and the trails icing out that Squash lost some conditioning and got more pace-y again, so he’s been back on the underwater treadmill for several weeks. Nice to see him getting more trotty as he gets back into shape.

I guess he really likes to trot now?

Chewing sticks is serious business?

Or perhaps not.

I kept getting visitors to my chair.

Except Maisy only almost-visited because… boys are icky?

Pip went inside and the youngsters got a little crazy.

They’re best friends. No, really.

I love this one because it’s so incongruous how calm she is and how maniacal he is.

They really are besties, though.

Ouch, my heart.

The end! Next stop, more mushing!