An evening walk through the woods in the rain tonight. It smelled so good. So nice to be outside with my dogs. I love to watch them run.
The only way that Rye is showing his age is in the house. He sleeps more. Otherwise he is still a crazy bird dog. He runs and runs. He pointed some white river foam scum tonight. Amber almost believed him and honored his point for about a second then realized the mistake.
When we got home the dogs ate dinner and I sat down at the computer. Amber brought me her squeaky green dog and stared at me for a while before going to sleep on the couch. Rye is fast asleep beside me, his cheeks are puffing in and out, making little whining noises. Dreaming of that elusive foam...
