The other day, Bonney must have gone about a quarter of a mile in the water, mostly, of Mill Brook. She hops from rock to rock, wades a bit, hops again, jumps up on the bank and has the zoomies. When the water is too deep, she pulls back and finds another way forward.
(Please excuse my little noises, I’m on uneven ground and not able to see where I’m stepping)
Chico also loves wading, though he’s not as much of a rock hopper.
I keep seeing interesting fungal growths.
So, that’s what I strive to do every day (along with all the “real” things one has to do every day) – walk the woods in a place where my dogs can enjoy themselves and notice some of the details of the picture that is painted all around me.