No news is good news

It was half-raining, half-misting this morning. Barb and Mickey were in front of their house, so I unhooked Izzy and let her run. But Mickey had just come back from the dog park and wasn't her usual energetic stuff. There was a little excitement when Izzy spotted a fluffy white cat under a truck. I think the cat may have whacked her on the way by. At any case the two dogs didn't seem to have the energy to run around, so we went back home. All the time we were out there Gilly was bringing up the rear. So when Izzy trotted back home Gilly waddled behind us. We all eventually made it back.