Early Spring mud...

that's what we walked in and through today. We took advantage of this early Spring weather day, Jack, who turned 18 years old on January 12th was itching to hit the highway. Tires looked a little low but after adding a little juice to his gas tank and a 10 minute warm-up, he was ready and so were we.

Windows 1/2 down, tooling down the highway, Buster greeted everyone that passed by (it's his favorite!). We walked from pavement to prairie, following deer paths where he rolled onto his back half expecting the ground to move for him. Deer scat is sure to be one of several black spots brought home. Hills were walked, water ran creating small streams and lovely mud, splashed and walked through. Carlee tried her best to stalk several robins landing to far away.

Dog tired.

Several hours had passed, he had slowed, us girls too. We stopped several times looking at our view, smelling fresh air and knowing Jack wasn't far. Shoes and feet were wet and muddy leaving behind clumpy footprints. Buster didn't make a sound all the way home, she quietly watched through the windshield and eventually collapsed on the co-pilot seat.

Needs assurance, okay to nap.

From the driveway, they spotted a pickup with a little white dog inside and their energy was quickly replenished but as day turned night, harnesses off, supper had, two small balls of fur on separate beds are curled up and asleep. Always on the first day out we walk to far, scents to smell, places to roll in and mark. It's all new again. We may be a bit stiff tomorrow, but we'll be back out on another patch of prairie with as much mud and Spring to bring home and leave perfect paw prints on our needing to be cleaned wood floors. Spring, we made it and we couldn't be happier.

Have a great week friends, enjoy the warmth of the sun, longer days and more time with your favorite furry family members. As always, help those that cross your path that need a little help, some days, we can all use a little extra.