The Herd

You might think there was a small herd of wild animals living in this place if you were here last night. Maybe it was the ever so slight hint of crisp fall weather in the Texas air. Maybe it was the impromptu dog party in the neighborhood park. Whatever it was, the dogs were crazy. They do this on occasion. Run laps throughout the house. Typically they're limited to laps around the dining room table. Last night, they chose to run the place end to end. It was hysterical. It started out with what sounded like a stampede of water buffalo in the living room. Then Max would sprint through the foyer down the hall towards the bedrooms. Then Scout would follow. Them Max would fly back through the foyer to the living room. Then Scout would follow. They did this, first Max, then Scout quickly following, over and over again. I sat watching their antics trying not to laugh too loudly for fear of disturbing. I desperately wanted to grab my camera, but knew there was no point. I have yet to master the art of photographing moving targets. And when I do try, it seems all my photos turn out like this...