We harness and leash them. Then off we go.
This a ritual that they love. I haven't been taking them with me because they pull hard at the beginning of the downhill walk. Since the foot operation, I haven't been able to move at their speed. So, when the Prospector said... you know... those words that the Corgi boys understand... we all went together and the dogs thought they were in DOG HEAVEN. They consider this a great adventure.
The Poison Oak is in its end of the summer doldrums like everything else around here. But, it's pretty when it changes color and the leaves start to fall.
We continued past the clinging poison oak and walked down to the switch back. We decided to turn around because it was getting darker.
The dogs found the gopher condos on the side of the road.
The sun was setting making huge thunderheads pink in the distance, as the rain clouds slow moved to the east and disappeared. No more rain for a while...
When we returned to the yard, they wanted to run around the garden for a while. This is their domain, their "familiar".
Cutter was tired. He sat on the steps with the Prospector and waited...
Carl, on the other hand, wasn't finished with "outside". He thought he was at first, but then...
"I'm really ready now." and he was.
We all went into the house. The Prospector to read a little, the dogs to rest and dream of their great adventure and myself to spend some time at the computer ( way too much time...).
It was a good walk. The dogs were happy.
We stretched our legs and we will sleep better for it.
Outside... it was dark now.
What a difference a few minutes makes.
We were safe inside our home.
Life is good.