The Kentucky Derby in Fairfield

Daddy says it’s like the Kentucky Derby every evening when he opens the back door to let us go potty.

As soon as that door is opened, we’re off to the races! Barking incessantly, we run as fast as we can, straight to the fence to see if the Wolves are in their yard next door.

Shaking his head, daddy follows us out, and calls very sternly: “Rocco. Brownie. Come.” By then The Wolves’ mommy has opened their door and called them inside.

So we fly off the hill, do a quick potty, and head inside. Daddy thinks we’re listening to him call.
We get a couple of treats while he says “Good puppies’.

We snicker as we lick our chops.