Thursday, December 16, 2010

Pack Walkin'

Dale took some shots a few days ago of the morning pack walk returning. We do a round of the pastures twice a day, usually for a 45 minute +/- moderate-pace walk with everyone but Gizmo (he's old and French and the good Lord knows that his dainty little paws cringe at the thought of actually touching nature in any way, shape or form). Ho Dog is usually finished about 2/3 of the way, so we drop him off and pick him up on the way back. Sybil still has the urge to eat or at least put in her mouth anything and everything she encounters at mouth level on the walks, and yesterday, that included a very unhappy mouse that she snatched up somewhere. The lower pastures are overrun with mouse holes and trails, so it's no surprise she found an unwary or slow one. Of course, having Jazzee in her background makes her a natural born killer of small vermin, so I shouldn't be too surprised.

It may not look like it, but this is a steep uphill final run to the gate. Just ask poor Ho Dog back behind me here


The cameraman has been spotted




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