We've had some really pretty weather lately. Sunny and mid-60s. Plus my father-in-law is down from Washington State so what better reason to go fishin' on a Saturday afternoon. (Well, that's what the husband says!) We headed out to the tank.
The guys got all set up ready to catch the big one!
I let the dogs come. And Diesel was intrigued with the bobbers.
Most of his toys are balls so why wouldn't he want the bobbers, right!? Well, he managed to get the husband's and get all tangled in the line.
Before the husband went ballistic, I took Diesel back to the house. He had had loads of fun running around the tank full blast, splashin' in the water and tormenting the fisherman.
When I got back, the husband had caught the big one!
And Harley took his position in front of FIL waiting for the next fish. Harley LOVES to fish.
Pepper, on the other hand, could care less. She just wanted me to throw her ball.
I think we all had a good time.
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