Walking down a country road

I have no idea where I am going and (this part is a lesson for my Person and other humans) I am perfectly happy.

Everything is a a little surprise for me. Waking up. Having breakfast. Seeing a donkey stare at me from behind a bush (that really happened on this particular walk). Finding a frog hopping along the same road as I am, maybe with a better idea of where he is going.

I sure have had some unpleasant surprises too but often such things are quite interesting once you have survived them.

This particular country road sure held my interest though. There were the two fawns that were as surprised to see me as I was to see them. Then I found something crunchy to eat when my Person was looking the other way. Loons called from a nearby lake and weren't quite drowned out by the sound of jet skis. (I barked at a bunch of them - jet skis, not loons - later on, though I guess that puts me on the list of obnoxiously noisy things.)

My Person trotted along behind me, identifying birds and plants when she could and pondering trouble and strife when it occurred to her and she even threw in some worrying, planning and slapping at mosquitoes and I tried as hard as I could to let her know this wasn't just time for a walk, it was time for a little red dog philosophy.