Trees. Lots of trees. At one point, I felt like this is a great place to get murdered, as I'm basically all alone in the woods far enough away from other people that no one would hear me scream... But that fear subsided as it was replaced by the fear that my dog would find what he's always hunting... a horse. You see, to him horses = great big squirrels that he must growl at, chase, and conquer. So, needless to say, as I pulled into the parking area and noticed the horse trailer parked in the lot, I became a little wary. The pup easily caught the scent and we were off on the hunt.
It was a beautiful sunny day with a slight breeze. Even I smelled the horse. Luckily there were plenty of different paths to walk along. I made haste with the beast down one, and as we passed sign after sign decorated with a little white on green horse with rider, we came upon a very steep embankment that seemed to drop straight down to the river. The embankment wasn't dangerous, as it was covered with trees, but I'm not an athlete, and I knew that if we went down it, we'd have to come back up... My hair had just been washed... I didn't want to get all sticky and icky. So, I walked the pup in enough of a circle at this point that he didn't realize that we had turned around. (He hates going back anywhere... Always forward!) And we started back toward the car.
Just as we were arriving, I noticed other people in these woods arriving via another path... People with walking sticks and dogs of their own. Strange dogs... Dogs that might attack mine as many of them do... I held back a bit, praying a little that as we waited for the dogs to pass that stinky horse wouldn't suddenly show up at the same time...
Lucky for us, he didn't. I think my dog had a different opinion as he argued with me about going back to the car. Next time, pup. You'll get him next time. read more