When the dogs run in the three other places I take them, I know that they know all of it. Here is new, and it still makes me a little nervous. The very reason I don't like it is why Victor was in heaven. The brush is thick, and in places those cedars make it dusky. You will see VIctor for a flash, and gone. Just about the time your ready to whistle he will come up behind you or run across the path. There was a mountain lion in the paper a year ago and when it moved through here we sure stayed home. Guess it still makes me apprehensive.
Isn't just his paw paw that is aching this morning. WHat happens to middle age men when they try to be a teen again. Sore muscles moany groany but wagging his tail in his sleep. He really needed that. He has had his muzzle to the breeze for the last few days letting me know it's time and the weather is right.