Elsa would be a very poor beekeeper.
Holy crap, she'll be a year old in a few weeks. Bizarre.
Anyway, bought Elsa a 30' run the other day and took her to Green Hill Park. She loved it so much that I got the brilliant idea to hook it up in our beautiful little backyard today, grabbing her water bottle, a few toys, and the camera to take the long-overdue monthly progress shots. So she ran like a crazy, dashed after some birds, played fetch a whole lot, and chased the bees in the mini-herb-garden-thing to her heart's content. She loves bees. I love watching her have fun. She was even getting a little wobbly from the heat and exercise, and she still didn't want to go back inside.
Whoever invented those miniature squeaky tennis balls deserves a damn medal.
1 Her "Go!" face - right before I throw the ball.
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4 Shaking a bee out of her mouth.
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7 Snapping at a bee. Again.
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Which ones should I send to her breeder?