The party gets old

It was a typical bluffs evening.  Dogs were running all over.

A minstrel was strolling around dispensing his craft.

Ollie was playing dead as the minstrel's dog sniffed him.

I took it in for a while, but let's remember that I'm not the most outgoing guy when it comes to other dogs.  So when the socializing got too intense, I took a solitary moment for myself.

Then I cast my owner a pleading look.    

I noticed Trudie had had it with the hoopla as well.

Finally, between the two of us, we got the party moving home.

Thank goodness.