Canis lupus hominis

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1. on January 8, 2012 at 8:58 am Gary Radice

   A long walk in the woods with a Golden is the best. The more fun they have, the more fun you have. You are a lucky man.

   
   
2. on January 8, 2012 at 10:43 am massugu

   A long walk in the woods with my Saint isn’t bad either.

   
   
3. on January 8, 2012 at 11:16 am Suhail

   Hahaha! That is the spirit. I liked it.

   I had almost same kind of walk with my 10 months old Kuvasz boy yesterday at our neighbourhood conservation park. Last weekend, my son and I were walking in ankle deep soft snow. Yesterday however, it was all mud (or more appropriately, muck?). After exploring bush off the track, the white coated devil was looking like a chocolate Labrador.

   
   
   • on January 8, 2012 at 11:48 am retrieverman

     If there has been a bunch of snow on the ground for a while and then it melts, the mud is much, much worse than this.

     Miley is usually marked like a Siamese cat after a walk in those conditions.

     
     
     • on January 8, 2012 at 2:51 pm Suhail

       Does he need a car wash after that lol?

       I am sure massugu’s Saint would :-)

       Btw, when I read Tom Ryan on his lone walks with Atticus that how mentally fulfilling they were, I was able to relate. I do enjoy when my son joins me on those long hikes, which become more about sharing funny stories and childhood pranks, but it is when I am hiking alone with K2 that I am able to philosophically reflect.

       In the pictures, Miley looks very happy indeed.

       Ciao,

       
       
       • on January 8, 2012 at 2:55 pm retrieverman

         Miley gets hosed off after every walk.

         She goes up to the water hose automatically upon return from a walk I hose one side down, then say “Other side.”

         She then turns to the other side, and I hose that side off.

         
         
       • on January 8, 2012 at 7:38 pm massugu

         Actually, Sammie is pretty squeamish about wet stuff. We approached a stock pond in the woods this morning and you would have thought he was walking on broken glass the way he tip-toed thru the mud. Also, though I do enjoy my walks w/ Sam, he really doesn’t allow me to wool-gather as was my wont with my late retriever Sheba–whichever way Sam’s nose is pointed that’s the way he wants to go. I suspect that if I could peek inside his skull I would find nothing but one big olfactory lobe.(LOL) On the other hand, he loves to romp in and eat snow–he’s a one-dog snowplow.

         
         

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