I live toward the lower right side of the harbour down where you see the tiny island (Devil's Island). Lynne lives to the middle left, and about a quarter inch off the map.
We planned on getting together yesterday. If it rained, Lynne would drive to my place for a rowsing game of Carcassonne, if it was nice, then I'd go to hers. It was very nice indeed so I tootled over to her place: and boy am I glad I did !
Balls were thrown, found and duly returned by giddy, happy dogs.
Trees were admired and flowers were sniffed, by humans and dogs alike.
At some point, Trey lost interest in the ball. He'd found something better. He'd found a rotting old canvas, metal-framed backpack.
For some reason --- that baffled Trey -- we refused to throw the heavy, nasty thing. So he carried it down the road and kept plopping it at our feet, in the vain hope that we'd change our minds and start throwing it.
Meanwhile Wendy kept fetching the ball, regardless of where it went.
Over time, Trey ripped the backpack to shreds. Then he found a large skidoo mitten which became tangled on a tree branch, and tugged at that, until the mitten tore free.
When that the pieces of the mitten became too small to enjoy, he found something else ...
It was a marvellous outing and I can't wait to go walking there again with Lynne.
It was a marvellous day Sybil, and Trey kept me laughing throughout! I love that river walk, with the wild flowers and wonderful woodland aromas. Somehow I think we will be back, looking for more army surplus items!
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That dog is such a character. Too much energy for his own good, but it's hard not to admire his "joie de vivre".
DeleteNow I know where that very long trail goes, I'd love to explore it from the other end.
How lovely. I am glad you two friends enjoyed such a nice day! Thank you for showing the map. Am still wondering where that backpack came from. The story behind the story... Hope you both enjoy many more walks this summer.
ReplyDeleteTrey has a knack for finding wonderful strange things. Last summer it was a full-sized swimming flipper when we went to Crescent Beach. He shakes his treasures so they whap him upside of his head. THWACK, THAWCK. He seems to enjoy doing that. Lynne and I often laugh our way down the road as we watch his antics.
DeleteAs as we walk we talk. And that's nice too.
I like that you say things like THWACK, THAWCK. :)
DeleteI also like that you laugh a lot.
DeleteThat was indeed a really nice outing with your friend Lynne. The photos are lovely. And Trey, is so cute. Dragging the log was a great picture of him. He was happy and proud of himself. :-)
ReplyDeleteTrey is such a loon. He keeps us laughing.
DeleteWhat a funny fellow Trey is! Lynne's side seems just as enchanting as your side is, Sybil. Joanne. :)
ReplyDeleteI love finding new places to walk. Lynne's side is very lovely.
DeleteI'm sure Trey is looking forward to the next visit, too! What a funny boy. When you said he found a "rotting old..." I expected the next word to be carcass. Be glad it was just a backpack! ;-}
ReplyDeleteNow you mention it, I should have been relieved it wasn't something dead ! ;-)
DeleteLove Trey's enthusiasm and excitement over his discoveries! Would that we could all approach life with so much joy and eagerness - he's a good teacher! Thanks for sharing your lovely walk in Lynne's neck of the woods...
ReplyDeleteBarbara, Trey has such an enthusiastic attitude toward everything. His happiness is most infectious.
Delete"No log too large"
ReplyDeleteCertainly not for Trey, Les.
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