We were on our way up to the farm, the dogs and I, and it's a darn good thing we weren't in a hurry because I kept taking detours and making stops. I decided to swing by Fishhole Pond again and drove up the tiny dirt road as far as the pond. I'd fully intended to take the road past the pond but it had been gated, apparently for the winter. So I turned around and found another spot to stop and let the dogs out:
Daphne and Clover ran full speed into the forest, finding a clearing in which they could wrestle and race:
I followed their example, but at a more leisurely rate with Seamus and Fergus keeping me company:
Alas, old Winky and Wally were, as always, lagging badly behind. I can't trust them to find us so I have to keep going back to collect them and urge them forward:
And then Clover and Madeline came along:
Pretty soon all five of the younger dogs were sniffing, exploring and playing:
And I was left tending to the old timers. In all honesty, though, Winky and Wally were as happy to be out as the youngsters. They're just slower and a tad more easily confused:
And then we all walked back to the car. Just look at that natural beauty! It's no wonder I love traveling through the Adirondacks:
Winky got stubborn, or possibly confused, and I had to go find him and hook a leash to his collar to lead him back. I believe that someone must have taken him for walks when he was young, for the simple act of snapping on a leash fills him with a great joy and puts a puppy-like bounce to his steps:
We were all back in the car and ready to resume our journey when I snapped this photo of my three front seatmates. What a happy crew!:
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