One of Our Walks...

Well, the Spokeswoman finally brought the camera along with her on one of our recent walks to the creek. Most of the pictures are of Gloria and Rivendell, due to the unfortunate fact that the Spokeswoman always insists on being the one to walk me (so, I wasn't out in front with the Littlest Ninja and the Middle Ninja during the actual walk). The Spokeswoman tells the Ninjas that SHE has to be the one to walk me because I am "the most rambunctious"...but I know she just says that to spare Rivie and Gloria's feelings. I am obviously her FAVORITE. There is just no other explanation considering I am FAR BETTER TRAINED AND MUCH MORE OBEDIENT than either Gloria or Rivendell...and if anyone is too rambunctious to be handled by either of the Ninjas during a walk, it certainly is NOT me!!!

The Spokeswoman discovered something during this particular walk...How to get a picture of Gloria FACING the camera. Silly Gloria is terrified of the camera (and about everything else in life!), so getting a good photo of her has always been nigh on impossible. The Spokeswoman discovered, though, that, using a telephoto lens and having one of the Ninjas LEAD Gloria forward towards the distant camera works!

The trail is lined with Honey Suckle...and the Ninjas love pausing to pick the flowers and taste the nectar inside!

At the end of the trail is a muddy little creek. It isn't anything compared to the LAKE I LIKE swimming in, but it's still nice on a hot day! Gloria LOVES the water. So does Rivie. Gloria, however, is a very low energy dog. By the time we are heading back home (about a mile and a half away), it is hard to tell who is dragging the most...Gloria or the Middle Ninja (he wears out fast on walks, too!). This particular day, though, the Goofy Newfie scared us all to death. Just as we were starting back home, Gloria fell over sideways into the grass beside the path and didn't move. Her eyes stared blankly up. The Spokeswoman thought she had keeled over with a massive heart attack or stroke or something equally horrible. She came closer and closer and closer to Gloria. Gloria didn't move. But, then, with relief, the Spokeswoman saw that Gloria was at least still BREATHING. The Spokeswoman looked down at her with such grave concern. Gloria continued her blank, frozen stare upwards. It was horrible. Then, the Spokeswoman, furrowed her brow, and declared, "What on earth is WRONG with you, Gloria?" At the sound of her voice, Gloria remembered what it was she was planning on doing and unfroze and wriggled happily on her back, getting a good grass rub in! Stupid Gloria! There wasn't a thing in the world wrong with her other than her normal GOOFINESS! The last picture of this post is Gloria...all rigid and blank eyed, the split second before the Spokeswoman spoke...taken just about the moment it dawned on the Spokeswoman that the lazy Newfie was probably playing POSSUM...sure enough, raising the (dreaded!)camera to take her picture and the no-nonsense sound of the Spokeswoman's voice snapped her right out of it!