We love walking by water

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.

Bonney is so adventurous, she never fails to impress me:

I keep seeing interesting fungal growths.

This was a giant thing. Looks a bit like spray-in foam insulation.

This is called “chicken of the woods” or “sulfur shelf” and I’ve never seen it in the woods before, only in the bags of fungus collectors.

One mushroom, two rocks. It popped up right there – Nature has a fantastic sense of composition.

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.


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Dogger loves Chico, 2017 edition

Chico’s friend Dogger recognized his smell on my new car.

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Minnesota history and a dog named Chico 

A friend of mine sent me a section of the Minneapolis star-tribune that has a bunch of Minnesota History. My mother’s family comes from Minnesota and I was born there. 

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Chico does some Rally run-thrus

We’re not speedy, a lot of someone’s time is spent chewing Zuke’s Beef with Green Lipped Mussel treats, but my boy had fun.

And Bonney was lured through a run, just for the fun of it. No video. Sorry.

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The fungus among us

It’s been an interesting combination of wet and dry this summer, and on recent walks we’ve seen all sorts of things sprouting from the leaf litter.

Which turn into this as they rot:

And those yellow spots are Chanterelles. Lots of them.

I’m often not sure what the dogs are interested in, but there was plenty of that too.

They didn’t even notice this little salamander, but I did.

And it knew I was there, it booked it under a leaf as fast as possible.

Back to the car,

“You coming?”

to see if I caught my limit on deerflies.

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Such different personalities

Last month I was packing the car in preparation for a road trip to an agility trial. My two dogs expressed their personalities so clearly.

Chico worried:

“Where’s she going? Do the dogs get to go? Oooh dear, I hope the dogs get to go.”

Bonney calmly located herself where it was impossible to leave without her knowing and waited:

“She can’t possibly sneak out of here without my knowing. Not if I’m right here.”

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Thanks to those beavers

along Mill Brook, there is a place where the water is just the right depth to make a not-quite-swimming pool for the dogs.

You can’t get to the bridge without wading yourself, but the dogs are in heaven.

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I’m so tardy posting these pictures. It was early June, a cool, rainy day, and we went to hike near White Lake.

We saw beautiful lady slippers,

including the biggest patch I have ever seen.

The pair of loons that live there were out and about.

We went up to Spruce Bog.

Some of us followed our noses, and were very, very nice to each other.

There was a LOT of pollen on the water.

Bonney tried to herd Ed in his kayak.

It was a smashingly good afternoon.


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Strawberry fields forever 

This picture was taken over a month ago.

When we walked through here earlier this week all those white flowers were ripe strawberries. I ate a number of them. I can assure you they were quite delicious. And I thought they would be there so I had to bell on my backpack in case any bears were enjoying them. But we didn’t see any bears.

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When we’re not doing agility,

or walking in the woods, or trying to keep the house under control, this is how we spend the hot hours:

People fish my stretch of the river, like the man in the background, who we already barked at once, and they drive through the yard to go swim, the rental house next door has ramped up for the season – there’s really no place to go that doesn’t present a training opportunity.

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