Ritual Sunday morning hikes with this dog.
She is queen of the rock. This is the only time she gets to run free unleashed and she lets her tongue out and her tail wag as she poses in the winds at the top of Goat Hill.
She could sell dog food, this dog.
Myself, on the other hand, cannot seem to edit this photo to make myself look like I am looking anywhere but right at the camera. Like some awkward weirdo. Like the dog sitting next to me.
Hiking with This dog always ends in the mud.










