"We'll be out of here shortly," says Bailey, his booty in the air while his nose sniffs the ground.
"Stop digging under the fence," says Jack, who waits patiently nearby. "Remember the last time?" "We were quarantined for fourteen days and without dog treats for seven."
They hear a giggle.
Olivia walks up to her beloved animals, a twinkle in her eye. "I see you're ready for your morning walk."
Gently, she fits each one with a mask, attaches a leash, and leads them out of the yard.
Bailey whines. His nose is itchy. He needs someone to scratch it.
"Stop digging under the fence," says Jack, who waits patiently nearby. "Remember the last time?" "We were quarantined for fourteen days and without dog treats for seven."
They hear a giggle.
Olivia walks up to her beloved animals, a twinkle in her eye. "I see you're ready for your morning walk."
Gently, she fits each one with a mask, attaches a leash, and leads them out of the yard.
Bailey whines. His nose is itchy. He needs someone to scratch it.
