I'm still working my way through cottage photos, and this grouping is all about playtime. Mostly involving dogs.

Arwen's own version of Solitaire:

Going, going...

Gone...

Hmmm, now what?

Soleil in for the steal:

Come back with my ball!!!

Sometimes we pretend to be stupid, and Uncle Dan comes and helps. We knew that they gave him an MBA for a reason. 

Sometimes Uncle Dan acts even sillier than we do:

The starting pitcher, all day, every day:

The escort service:

They're called Retrievers for a reason. There is no off switch.

Careful negotiations needed in order to avoid the Sharknado grab from impatient Arwen:

Alison cheerleading:

Tim makes a (disembodied) appearance: