Our afternoon group glows in the full radiance of the sun. Our pack comprises three fetchers (one an unlikely fetcher but whose reputation now precedes him) and four players, dogs who will do anything for fun.
Sabine is beside herself with glee. "Again and again," she chants, "Oh please!" Alongside Achilles they take turns. Little Caesar, unassuming as can be, asserts himself. Bouncy balls is his speciality. He tracks them down and hops up and down until he's captured them once and for all.
His brother, August, finds his best friend Courtney. Watch the two go back and forth, wrestling and playing chase. Our red-haired lady, Ruby, joins the fray exclaiming, "Hey wait, I'm fair game!" "Run, Ruby, run . . . as fast as you can, they're bound to catch up if you don't higher aim!"
Our smallest fellow -- Yes, they get smaller than August! -- Tucker found a friend of his own and would stop following him wherever he went.