Three Dog Blog has three dogs--but just for one evening

Meet Cinder. She's a nine-week-old Nova Scotia duck tolling retriever. Apparently when she's full-grown she'll look a lot like a golden retriever, only smaller. She belongs to some friends who brought her over last night so she could meet the boys.


It went pretty well. Boscoe barked a lot out of excitement, trying to get her to play. Riley growled once, when she came up and wanted me to pet her while I was petting him. But otherwise they got along great.


If they got too overwhelming, Cinder just climbed out of their way.


She also figured out how to squeeze under the fence and escape into the neighbors' yard. Boscoe used to do this when he was tiny, too. Unlike Boscoe, though, Cinder always came right back.


She's quite fetching. But she moved so fast it was hard to get a good picture. Most of mine are just blurs of gold; this one was taken by Doug, who has more patience.


Riley and Cinder took time to smell the petunias.


They left around 9. I have a feeling that Cinder slept well last night. We're hoping to do this again soon.