Well, it has finally happened.
It was bound to.
There was no escaping it, I suppose.
I have become
Crazy Dog Lady!
You know the type....
the ones who wear bright red lipstick, leopard prints, and
push their cute little dogs around
OK, maybe I'm not that lady.
No red lipstick, no leopard prints....
and a very good reason for a dog in the stroller.
This past weekend was unseasonably warm in the afternoons,
clear skies...beautiful sunrises and sunsets.
|Sunrise over the Littles.|
|Rod Stewart and his gals in the rising sun.|
Sunday afternoon, Hubbs and I decided to take the dogs
for a walk in our "Hundred Acre Wood."
It is about a half mile walk
from our house to the path into the woods...
too far for a 15 year old dog with a heart murmur.
Yet, we hated to go without her.
So, we borrowed Tyler's stroller,
and loaded Hickory up.
We headed to the woods...
me, Hubbs, and our five friends.
Maddie forged ahead, while Sam and Oakley scoured the woods
for chase-able critters.
I followed with Hubbs, pushing Hickory.
Sadie brought up the rear.
He motto is always "No man left behind!"
Once we were further into the woods,
we let Hickory walk for a while.
She had a tail wagging good time following her nose.
What better place to explore than the woods...
filled with the scent of squirrels, foxes, rabbits, deer,
turkeys, and who knows what other critters!
So, hopefully you will agree with me.
I'm not that crazy dog lady.