I have a few photos from our trip to the mountains last weekend.
We ended up not at the river or the lake but in the woods.
I chose this photo to start this post to commemorate the spirit of the Golden Retriever.
They are so darn willing and happy to be happy while agreeing to please you. And in my case, pose for me.
This is what they really wanted to do with the giant tree stump.
They wanted to smell it’s history and maybe count how old it is.
Of course the Sundogs don’t care if they are at the river or lake.
There is plenty of exploring to do in the woods.
Fallen logs mean squirrels. Yum
The more fallen logs the better.
And the bark is so tasty.
Sasha being the baby of the pack at age 4 has the most fun in the woods.
Plows right through the prickly brush. 
As if it is not even there. 
Without shoes on. 
Then spits herself out in the parking lot.
My floating angel.
Yolo at age 10 goes around the bush.
Been there, done that, got stuck or hurt in the brush.
Sensability is a learned behavior.
Three foot high logs don’t stop Sasha either.
She will leap until she can leap now more. 
Rockin’ Roy is still trucking and it is time to go back to the beloved truck.
If you saw Day 2, “Truck Dogs” you know what I mean. 
Rockin’ Roy and the Sundogs.
Living life with the love of happy dogs.
What could be better?
Adios Amigos!
See ya tomorrow for Day 4…….
The Sun Dog Drift 
Another happy day! Thanks Jo!
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Happy is how we are trying to keep things. Thanks, JO
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How fabulous! What beautiful photos . . . and beautiful dogs. 🙂
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Thank you for the kind compliments Laura. And thanks for following the Sundog Drift!
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Beautiful! I love their curly hair 🙂
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Thank you. The curly hair gene lives on from from their late Mama, Sweet Lady Madison. Sniff
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Just as the Goldens love the wet element, they are almost equally happy doing a job in the woods, chasing a tiny mouse, eating bark, digging and and rolling. Well, mine is .. Thank you so much for this lovely post! ❤
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Oh yes, well said. And crunching what ever they can get in their little mouths 🙂 Thanks Dina!
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I was humming the “happy dogs” silly song I sing to the Girls as I looked at your photos today. Joy is what I see and Joy is what I feel. It must have been a wonderful day 🙂
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It is always a wonderful time walking our dogs in the mountains. The air, the dirt, the pines, the greenery coming up everywhere and of course the WOOD.
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Oh I miss the mountains!!!!!
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LIVING LIFE WITH THE LOVE OF DOGS!!!! You said it sister! Nothing more glorious than that! I have 3 and there’s another abandoned boxer, 2 yr old, that my sons and I are eyeing. But i aint got the space in my house (in the city) for a 4th dog, although i got plenty of space in my heart. Now if only i had a ranch space like your…………!
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