Smiling dog.
Once
we'd done our trip to the local feed store to pick up supplies, we retired
to the deck to rest and hang out.
We met a couple of cats, as well as watched the chooks, and the horses (the horses, as they galloped past, were the most exciting apparently).
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She did eventually produce in the late afternoon accompanied by much praise. She's been an outdoor dog all her life, so isn't yet house broken.
We
had to go and get hay in the afternoon, so took her on yet another ride in
a vehicle. She gets a little car sick, so is very drooly, but we figure
lots of little trips will help that.
On the way home, we stopped at a local park-let - Dave Moore County Park. It's a little oak studded winding trail that leads from hw-49 down to the American River.
Lil' dog thought this very fine and behaved immaculately, heeling on her lead like she'd done it all her life. Attempts to persuade her that the river was a fun place met with suspicion. I stood in it, while lil' dog spectated from the sidelines.
And here we are again, back at home. She's had her supper and is presently crashed contentedly in her nest (crate). I'll have to wake her up to go outside one last time before we go to bed, but I think she's a happy dog. We certainly are and couldn't wish for a sweeter dog.