We spent Saturday evening with the group of friends who walk with us (and their dogs) in the early mornings. Lots of good food, good wine, and good stories were shared.

At one point, Tucker decided that my face definitely needed to be licked. He jumped up on the couch where I was sitting, scrambled into my lap, and proceeded with repeated attempts to scrub my face with his happy tongue. I have a series of awkward selfies which recorded his attempts, which finally ended in this calm moment and a self-portrait.