Now that the frozen ground has thawed, activity is commencing. Franklin and I took our walk this morning, and his nose is drinking in the smells of the air, at times just leaning into it, grabbing scents and savoring them like a wine taster, and at other times discovering smells here and here and then there, darting so excited.
Which says to me that furry creatures are running around all over the place, and in his Scottish heart he wants to hunt them down. The leash is expandable, giving him some freedom in those moments to stop the walk and to dance out his taste of smells, but then I must reluctantly pull him back in and commence our exercise.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
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3/09/2004
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