I’ve been getting over the flu over the past month which means I’ve been as inactive as necessary chores permit. Little Bear has always been kind of a couch potato unless he saw something that needed chasing and he gets more so as he ages, so he didn’t complain much about hanging around the cabin. I’m normally not very active in winter anyway.
But LB’s bowels have gotten kind of bound up, he responds to the laxative powers of a good walky, and I’m feeling a lot better than a week ago. So this beautiful morning we gave the Jeep a miss and headed up the road to take the long way to Landlady’s place to tend the game camera and the chickens.
That’s the utility buildings on Landlady’s ridgetop, on the other side of the wash from the road leading to the Lair. Her house is down on the other side of the ridge and out of sight here. To get to it directly by foot is a simple matter, less than half a mile. But this morning we took the roads, which is at least three times as far. Little Bear was kind of into it for a while, normally he wants to do pretty much anything I want to do, but then he started questioning the wisdom of my choice.
But he’s adaptable, and even if he didn’t appreciate the health benefits of exercise he found plenty of scents that needed examination and reply. Then after we changed the camera mem card and crossed the wash and just as we began to climb Landlady’s ridge, he stopped, looked a little confused and offended, and then took a massive dump in the middle of the road. Mission accomplished, though I’d have preferred a polite detour to the side first.
We finished with the chickens, took the short path home, and he got to have a rest and some treats in his Sumo toy.
Yet another example of the old adage… this too shall pass. Nice photos, looks like you had a great day for a stroll.
I love that look on LB’s face. Really; now what?
At least the old guy can make it out on his own power. I have to carry Rufus out to the meadow, then carry him back when he’s finished. Thank God he’s a Pomeranian.