These cool mornings, with a bit of chill in the air, energize Jack like nothing else can. He won't take no for answer and I almost always succumb to his entreaties and take him, and me, for a nice long ramble. There's nothing quite like being afield with a good dog— and friend— like Jack. He could do this sort of thing, inside our wire, on his own. There's plenty of ground to explore there. But NO, he has to have me come along, too. He's almost like a little kid: "Come and watch how good I hunt!"
So I go, and watch, and am pleased and energized myself.
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Sir, I do so enjoy your posts and wish you would do it much more often.
Thanks.
Thanks for your kind thoughts, Sdv. I know I have been remiss here lately but I have to plead being pretty busy elsewhere. I will try to do better— and thanks for the prod!
All the best.
Now THAT should be an oil painting. Tell Jack he's a calendar page somewhere. :-)
All right, Bob. Since you insist. :) Keep your eyes peeled!
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