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?
See ya tomorrow for Day 4…….