Part four of an occasional series. What the dog saw.
We go for walks. She chooses the route. I’m just along for the ride. Er, walk. Sometimes I take pictures. Sometimes the walk takes 15 minutes. Sometimes we are out for over an hour. It’s her call. The only guidance that I give her is to keep her out of trouble. And, not let her walk so far out that returning home is to tiring for her. For me.
The picture. Hers. As well as mine. I didn’t tinker with it much. I didn’t have to.
In the United States, it’s Labor Day weekend. Everybody takes a break that marks the calendar end of summer. I think I will take a break as well. Happy weekend.