forest walk 2012

The colors are changing.  The forest is all over gold and sparkles.  Time for walk!

Henry mentally prepares himself for the coming exertion:

Barking at squirrels!

Those squirrels won’t barks at themselves, you know!

The back edge of our property is bounded by a large creek, full of water at the moment due to a beaver damn up the way.  It’s so peaceful back there.  Henry and I go every day and check it out, spotting tiny differences, getting to know each tree along the path.  This is one of the best parts of having a dog, if you ask me.  They get you out of the house, every day, rain or shine.

That shot is down the creek to the right, the next shot is the same spot only looking up the creek to the left:

No oranges and reds yet, just yellows and golds.  So pretty!

Henry ADORES the creek.  He runs like a maniac up and down the sides, checking out his favorite places, sniffing everything, leaping across with amazing speed—but only at the specific spots he’s discovered where the can touch down on a bit of log or rock, mid-creek.  He’s so funny about how he hates to get his paws wet.  Go Henry, go!

Meanwhile, I like to mosey along, watching the yellow leaves spin slowly in the water….

What’s that over there?

End result:

Happy dog.