Mornings are hazy, and in the evenings Clayton Theodore has been rehearsing for his dog days of summer, strategically snoozing on the floor between the open main salon windows and the open door to the terrace. In other words, he’s too lazy to stroll.  Last evening, though, Anna Grace and I dragged him out. It’s for his own good, after all. 
New art in the neighborhood.
How many shades of green can you spy? We think Crayola needs to create a “Vineyard Green” crayon.

No purple grapes in sight yet, so we made do with wild Brombeeren. A warm and sweet treat.

As a treat for our Lazy Hound, some play time along the Donau shoreline before walking home.