Herbie and Klaus

I went to see my friend Erin earlier this week. I haven't seen her since her big move last year and it was really good to catch up. We had a lovely lunch (mmmm... salmon), caught up on all the latest news and gossip, and  decided that we really need to make more time to hang out in the future, now that she doesn't live half the country away.

Best of all, we got to let our pups play together. We took them out on the trails behind Erin's house and let them loose. Klaus and Herbie had never met, but they were basically a match made in heaven. Herbie plays rough and Klaus is built to take it. Better still, he's not a chicken so he doesn't back down to her every whim, and she had to learn to mind her manners. They ran and ran and ran, until Erin and I were exhausted from watching them. They swam, and jumped obstacles, and played fetch. They rolled in dead things together. Herbie finally found a worthy tug opponent. She and Klaus pulled on sticks until they broke. Gradually, they picked bigger and bigger sticks until they were yanking on opposite ends of a sapling.

Herbie smelled terrible by the end of their outing, and both dogs were panting and slowing down by the time we got back to Erin's house. Herbie slept like a rock that night and didn't even get up to come to the farm with me the next morning. I think we need to make play dates a regular thing!

Here, have a billion photos of them playing together.

Matching derp face.

Klaus is a much better swimmer than Herbie...

...so she just let him do all the work, then stole his stick.

They made some pretty gnarly faces.

Gnarly face.

Klaus is a little beef cake.

Gnarly face.

Gnarly face x2

"Stay? You're not gonna leave me here, are you?"

Zoomy dogs.

Gorgeous views.

The couple that rolls in dead things together stays together...?

Herbie, I don't even...