Phoenix gets a kick out of this. Last night wasn't the greatest for bubble chasing since by the time I got to it, the lovely breeze had died and the bubbles just hung in the air - fun but not as much fun as when they drift along on a breeze. I don't think Jamie can see them any more. He wanders around and wags his tail and looks at his brother like "What is wrong with you, dude?"
I have a visual! Target acquired!
I will sneak up on it . . . it will never see me coming.
OMG, they're everywhere, they're everywhere!
My life goal as a photographer is to take an in-focus shot of my dog biting a bubble. Clearly, this is going to take more practice.