Greenbrier River Trail, which we had all to ourselves.
I love the bridge over Knapp's Creek. I really, really do. During the walk, we discovered that Vista had absolutely no traction on it in the rain! It was like canine bumper cars!
This was actually taken the day before on another walk. All that's left of the thick ice that covered the creek.
When we got home, I realized how spoiled I'd gotten owning a water dog. Vista is a no-hassle, drip-dry model. Summer is a sponge. A sponge who jumped out of the car and immediately stuck her face in the mud. After I attacked her with a towel, she looked like she'd just had her hair done by a punk rocker.
She looks contemplative, doesn't she? She isn't.
Later on, I left them to run some errands (I usually cart them with me, but one drying experience was enough for me), and returned to discover that Vista had removed four pairs of my pajama pants, which live in a cloth basket on a bottom shelf, and placed them randomly around the room. Two pairs were still folded. Thank you, Vista?
And so ends today's edition of Life With Beasts. Two of them are going back home this weekend, but it's been fun! Everything smells like dog and if I died tonight my autopsy would show massive amounts of black fur in my lungs. But other than that, fun!