Jack had been so well behaved that I brought him along. But before we even got to the car, he began chasing the chickens and refusing to come when called. I decided to take him anyway, but put him on an expandable leash:
We'd barely begun when we came upon what I assumed was a dead deer. But on closer inspection, it turned out to be a Holstein calf. I never did figure out how it got there:
Jack was fascinated. In fact, he turned out to be a real sniffer, determined to follow every interesting scent along the trail. I was glad I had him on a leash and cancelled any impulse I might have had to let him off it:
But mostly, this was simply a day for great joy. The dogs ran and wrestled. You can see Clover ambushing Daphne as she ran by:
They ran ahead, I called them, they ran back:
Seamus quickly wore himself out and quit running, but Daphne continued to run, smiling all the while:
Great fun:
Even this crabby old codger was happy:
I could see the bridge up ahead and apparently, so could the dogs. They accelerated and I had to holler at them to keep them from going too far ahead:
We crossed the bridge:
The little brook beneath the bridge was lovely and peaceful. But this was just a brief excursion, a chance for the pooches to run and play, so we turned around here and began heading back to the car. I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:
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