The snow is gone, so we went for a long walk in the mud.
Everything is nasty and ugly in the dead season that is winter.
But she still photographs well.
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A long walk in the woods with a Golden is the best. The more fun they have, the more fun you have. You are a lucky man.
A long walk in the woods with my Saint isn’t bad either.
Hahaha! That is the spirit. I liked it.
I had almost same kind of walk with my 10 months old Kuvasz boy yesterday at our neighbourhood conservation park. Last weekend, my son and I were walking in ankle deep soft snow. Yesterday however, it was all mud (or more appropriately, muck?). After exploring bush off the track, the white coated devil was looking like a chocolate Labrador.
If there has been a bunch of snow on the ground for a while and then it melts, the mud is much, much worse than this.
Miley is usually marked like a Siamese cat after a walk in those conditions.
Does he need a car wash after that lol?
I am sure massugu’s Saint would :-)
Btw, when I read Tom Ryan on his lone walks with Atticus that how mentally fulfilling they were, I was able to relate. I do enjoy when my son joins me on those long hikes, which become more about sharing funny stories and childhood pranks, but it is when I am hiking alone with K2 that I am able to philosophically reflect.
In the pictures, Miley looks very happy indeed.
Ciao,
Miley gets hosed off after every walk.
She goes up to the water hose automatically upon return from a walk I hose one side down, then say “Other side.”
She then turns to the other side, and I hose that side off.
Actually, Sammie is pretty squeamish about wet stuff. We approached a stock pond in the woods this morning and you would have thought he was walking on broken glass the way he tip-toed thru the mud. Also, though I do enjoy my walks w/ Sam, he really doesn’t allow me to wool-gather as was my wont with my late retriever Sheba–whichever way Sam’s nose is pointed that’s the way he wants to go. I suspect that if I could peek inside his skull I would find nothing but one big olfactory lobe.(LOL) On the other hand, he loves to romp in and eat snow–he’s a one-dog snowplow.