Monday's KCChronicles and ShadowTales -- "These Paws Are Made For Walkin" *
One nice recent day KC decided he'd go for a walk.
He made his way along the front porch.
KC prefers at least 50° and sunny days to venture outside.
At the end of the porch.
It was a nice day. He went for it.
He likes this garden better when flowers are in bloom, but it's a good landing zone.
Made it out undaunted.
Stepped up on the paving stones. (Thinking, maybe, someone needs to do
some spring cleaning.)
Along by Mommy's new hatchway doors,
and onto the patio. In one end,
out the other.
KC emerged under the back porch,
then walked to the end.
He turned the corner, went uphill by the gas meter and trash can,
Took a look around. Nothing exciting. Time to head back.
KC walked back below the porch. Met the dog at the other end. She asked
where he'd been. He said "around", but was tired and ready to go back in.
And he awaited his personal photographer to let him through the door.
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One day daddy asked Shadow if she wanted to check the mail. It's one of
her favorite things to do.
Down and back is about a half mile. She's always up for a walk.
We take plenty of short detours to sniff and smell.
We stepped into the woods for this shot. We live on a gravel road called
Antler Road. From which graveled Cleveland Road branches off.
Back on the road, looking at the not-so-major intersection. Shadow's
standing on Antler.
Beyond the mail boxes, the road comes to a two-way stop at major Highway 395.
Once we get across the roadway we're in town. From home around 3-5 minutes.
Shadow kindly posed while I shot the mail box stop. Back at the old farm
we had our own mailbox, on a post by itself. Kinda miss that.
Starting back home. If you look beyond the yellow Dead End sign, we are headed
for that little patch of sky at the top of the hill.
But, of course, not directly.
We walk past this tree which has grown in place.
Have I mentioned that Shadow loves the woods.
At the top of the hill our property starts on the other side of this fence line.
We live on nine acres.
We've reached the driveway. We are "a gated community" of one family.
Walks wear out a puppydog. Me too.
Thanks for stopping by. See ya next week.
*Thanks to Nancy Sinatra letting us borrow from her 1966 song ~
"These Boots Are Made For Walkin"
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