I love tromping around in the woods. Any time of year. In the fall leaves, in the winter snow, in the summer bugs (ok my least favorite to be quite honest), in the spring mud. It’s all good and beats the sound of pavement slapping under my shoes and traffic rushing by.
I’m grateful that I have a couple of consistent walking friends who enjoy tromping around in the woods with their dogs as much as I do. This morning was such a walk. The dogs all seemed to have a great time as did the humans.
Presently I have a sacked out puppy pile at my feet as I type. Hopefully dreaming the dreams of happy, contented dogs. It is a good start to the day.
