A couple of our walks were at Hartlen Point.
Sometimes Trey gets tangled in his rope. He doesn't seem to care.
We meandered along the scenic, grassy trail that follows the cliff-edge, at Hartlen Point,
occasionally stopping to enjoy the view.
Mostly, I threw the ball, and my chums brought it back to me...
again, and again, and again.
Today was my favourite walk, as we went to the Bay of Fundy. I love Fundy !
I love the sucky, sloppy sound of the dogs running through the mud.
As always, Wendy waits in the distance for me to throw the ball to her.
Trey prefers to race flat out after the ball.
And when he finds that ball, he runs it back to me -- no matter how dirty it may be.