Vanderlyle Crybaby G-No! Dogs.Sorry, I Meant Dogs

Actually "Dog" Singular
Because coping with merely one small canine is enough of a full-time occupation.  What I'd do if faced with two dogs and two cats* is anyone's guess.
     So! Today's Keeping In Touch post begins with Edna lying at my feet as I peruse the blog traffic of a morning.

"Computeh boring!  Play Tuggy-Bone insted!"

      She is not, to put it mildly, impressed with Conrad and his dedication to creating works of wordy wonder, and whimpers pathetically, which the headphones screen out.
     Then we have an episode of the "Zoomies", where she races through the house at high speed for several minutes.  It's difficult to get pictures of this, so this will have to do:

      Then I tried to get her to fetch ball.

"Edna!  Ball! Fetch!"

     Not with any great success, it has to be said.  Nor were we any more effective in the back yard, as Edna vigorously chased the ball - and then ignored it.
     Knowing that Edders likes to be able to lie on a person, Conrad graciously relocated to the lounge and resided upon the settee, where Edna partook herself of this opportunity to be a Dog Boa:

Who has the better moustache?

     This strenuous sleeping exercise lasted for as long as it took me to get to Page 128 of the History of the 51st Highland Division, at which point a longing for lunch took over.

Edna, playing dead in a blatant attempt at sympathy

      Why was she trying it on?  Obviously because she loves me but I also had food:

Look at that face!

     She didn't get any and yet that face remained when I relocated to the Upstair Lair:

"Awwww please!"

     Then it was down to the park whilst today's wildly changeable weather remained consistent for half an hour:

Edna at rest.  Not a common occurence

     She got let off the lead, to her wild delight, and went bounding over the grasses and daffodils for ten minutes.  This is very difficult to photograph - I'd love to get a shot of her bounding with all four legs off the ground but doubt it will happen except by accident.  Anyway, here you go:

      Then back home, and another session in the Upstair Lair, where she patently sulked  at not being able to lie on Conrad:

Just like a POUTY LITTLE CHILD!

     Her struggle with the detested blue cushion continued:

      I also had to play tug with this cushion, which got disgustingly slobbery after a few minutes.
    Finally, Conrad-as-cushion comes into play as Edders catches some zeds after a strenuous day:

 * And a parrot.  Plus a sister.