Not the least bit camera shy

The boys posed after the walk today for the dog-walker, Debbie, whom they adore.

Man, look at Riley's intense stare. That dog doesn't know the meaning of the word "relax." Or, "subtle." Or, come to think of it, most words except "walk" and "treat."

And Boscoe! Game old Boscoe, listing slightly to one side, but still upright and ambulatory. Goofy old toddling boy. For a few days earlier in the week we had to carry him up the stairs at night, but last night he dashed up on his own. He likes to keep us guessing.

They are lucky that they get to live with Debbie for four whole days when Doug and I take a little long weekend in St. Louis, starting Saturday. We have tickets to opening day at Busch Stadium, plans for a blues club on Saturday night, and many recommendations for places where we can get microbrew beer, fried ravioli (a St. Louis specialty, apparently), and frozen custard.

We might not want to come home! And the dogs, snuggling with Debbie, might not want us to.