The Walk

The walk was familiar, same trail, same hills, same trees, same sun, the muddy stream, the prickly bushes, the humans chatting. The scents of grouse, deer, mice and squirrels, the singing song birds and squawking crows.

The same, but different.

Your scent was there. I sniffed the pee places where you'd been. I saw your paw print in the soft mud by the stream.

We have been this way together, but not today.

I imagine your steamy hot breath and your lolling pink tongue. I see your long shapely legs that I've always envied and loved to dance with. I remember trotting behind you, wearing the fluffy white tip of your tail as a hat.

The walk today was different. I am missing you, my friend.

Happy trails to you Howie.

The Camping Trip

Exploring Jesmond Rd and Deadman-Vidette Rd

The camping trip was surprisingly snowy for a time. I was grateful for my shaggy fur coat.              Forest, pines, sage, mountains, streams,  lakes, meadows, ranches, rocky cliffs, waterfalls, red dirt, hoodoos, cows, bluebird, deer, horses, larkspur, coyotes, tanager, momma bear and baby. Exploration is a feast for the senses.

When the snow was done, we got to have the mud. Howie and I didn't care. We just love to GO!

The campfire sculpture is pleasing to the eye and to the soggy body of a tired pup.

casual

The casual life is the life for me.

Projects, schedules, deadlines,
phone, fax, email,
reports, meetings,
planning, implementing,
going, coming,
people, machines.
Human words, every one.

Fetch, chase, nap
kibble, cookies, bones,
hiking, sniffing,
outside, inside,
belly rubs, play.
Words of a pup,
living life well.

sweet

Spring flowers have arrived again. A lot of them are yellow. This one caught my eye...and my nose!

I was on a trail with the humans, when we arrived at this wetland. I was curious about the yellow spikes poking out of the mud and water. The flower is unusual and has a familiar smell. It reminds me of a smell I've noticed from a culvert in a ditch. We didn't pick any, so the vase on the kitchen table remains empty.

Howie and the volcano

April 18
Pyramid Mt. trail, Wells Gray Park
2 hr return

soft trail
shady woods
spring melt puddles
hot and dry on the volcano
no people, no leash

2 paws up (1 paw if Howie wasn't here!)

Howie, my hiking friend

Valleys splash and breathe,

their secrets to sniff

Ridges and peaks

are stages won

Puddles, ponds cool and quench

A trail winds up, around

holding it's promise to us,

the ones who go.

happy days

Here are my humans and the kids that I'm always talking about. When they're not on the shelf, they're full of coffee, tea or mocha.

I got my fur cut off at the "spa". They cut off my toe nails and dug around in my ears. I feel like a brand new pup!

Sat. March 20, 2010

Moul Falls Trail

Wells Gray Prov. Park

6k return

an easy walk in the park

muddy

blow down for jumping over

some small easy hills

a creek

not many hikers

trail treats

no leash for me, yahoo!

1 paw up

I found these yummy looking treats along the trail. They are left behind by the Easter moose and the Easter deer....no bunny here.

patterns

Mother Nature has a way

of doing magic every day

Her snow has gone and left behind

patterns that just blow my mind

Her waves of winter sculpt the grass

Her icy breath etches glass

Staight gray, trunks lining the sky

straigh gray V of geese honks by

Nature keeper, magicain, maker of art

Mother Nature's creations sing in my heart

Pups love poetry!