It was a cold and rainy night...

We made a mad dash down the street yesterday evening.

I thought the pups would be tired from the day, but they were full of energy as we headed east.

The streets were wet and a cool breeze was blowing - a fleece evening, odd for April.

Oak catkins knocked from the trees by the rain created a green carpet on the sidewalks.

The buttercups in Mohawk dog's field had twisted closed.

My companions followed scents or their imaginations up and down our street. And they struggled for position like children - who would walk on the outside of the trio and who would be in the middle.

The dusk hurried to dark as we hurried home.