It’s official. I’ve been exercising the dogs with their floppy discs so that now Moss NEVER tires out. He may be tripping over his tongue, but his eyes are bright and eager and he keeps flipping the disc at me. Doc isn’t complaining either, although I don’t throw it far for him. He’s just as proud of himself if he catches it right in front of me. He takes a victory lap if he feels like it. Meanwhile, Moss is off doing his “flying through the air” routine.