Barking Baseball

Yes, I gave Nigel some time off. True, he's kind of a little punk, but I do have need for him periodically.

Anyway, I had to go to a book store last night to do a little research for a project (hope they didn't mind me sitting there taking notes on books in their store). When we got home, I went outside with Finnegan. No reason, we just went outside. Then, well, he I think he wanted me to hit the tennis ball to him. I can't quite put my finger on why:

I didn't get a great photo of it, but he was picking up the bat and trotting it to me, then nosing it toward me with a look of extreme expectation. So we played ball for a little while. It's amazing to watch him. He'll bring me the ball, run out into the yard, turn around and get down in a stance ready to spring into action. He looks like a shortstop. He also went to the vet yesterday. He is apparently very healthy, happy and in shape. We thought he was looking a little fat. Turns out, the vet disagrees. He thinks there might be a little more than Border Collie in there that is making him a little wider than most. But, apparently, he's very muscular and his joints look great. My wife said the vet thinks we were very lucky to get a dog this great from a stray rescue. We agree.

For the record, this is what it looks like when I'm turing over a project. Just in case you never believe me that I do actual work:

So much for living in a paperless society.

And, finally, Velonews has this awesome photo of Dave Zabriskie up today. That made me smile.