Fun with Blogger!

I apologize if this post seems incoherrent. Mom has had some issues with blogger today and had to remove a bunch of old pictures to make room for the new ones, which seems to confuse them. Anyway, last Friday Mom and I went back to Borderland State Park. This time, though, we went on one of the side trails, which the book described as "canine fitness trails." The vet thinks I am pudgy, so Mom wanted to make me work more.

Someone has cut an awful lot of wood.

This is a path. Mom thought you'd think it was pretty.

Me!

Sniff.

French trail, huh?

Maybe there will be some wine and cheese!

No wine, but there is water coming up from the ground.

Drink!

Sometimes there were bridges.

No cheese yet, but I'll keep looking!

They weren't kidding about this being a fitness trail!

It was a really pretty trip, though.

See?

Look at me!

Is there someone French behind the tree?

Pretty leaves.

Mom really liked them.

Me!

Pretty scene.

This doesn't do justice to the height of this drop off.

If we go this way, there's a raccoon?

Down!

Grin.

Now we're on the Split Rock Trail.

More bridge.

Me.

This was actually the last picture we took.

Blogger rearranged things though.

This is ok, because I am a free-form doggy.

Another split rock.

2 trees or one?

Off Leash Doggy!

Yesterday Mom and I went back to Bare Cove. It was a lot of fun. I saw some friends and got to be an Off Leash Doggy.

The bird in the middle was different. Mom wanted to take its picture.
This was some pretty scenery.
The bird got jealous. Here it is looking at us.
And here it is posing.
I don't know what it's doing to the seagull, and I don't want to know.
I went for a swim.
Interesting tree and concrete.
There were a lot of big crows. This one was pretty.

Off Leash Doggy!
I was so good!
I came when I was called and everything!
Hey, is that my friend Trey?
Stick.

Pretty marshland.
Still pretty, but with a bird.
Me and Trey in the water.
Me running.
Me, Trey and our new friend Kodiak.

Swim!
Sniff!
Me and Kodiak.
You can't quite tell, but we're both holding the same stick and paddling along together.
Dogs run about.

I don't know the name of the little black-and-white. Maybe it's Roxie?
But we all had fun.
Swim!
Sniff!
Greet!