Nothing makes Maisy happier than going for a walk… nothing except maybe a clumsy person carrying a plate of meat. Other than that, a walk is at the top of her list.
It’s interesting how she magically can’t hear me calling her when she’s about to get a bath but if I even pick up the leash to put it away she can always hear that & she comes flying down the stairs at a really unsafe speed for a dog her size. It’s still astounding to me that she can make that hairpin turn at the bottom.
This is the first house my dog has lived in with a fenced yard of her own & after 10 years of walks around the neighborhood several times a day, then “new” wore off that private yard before the boxes were all unpacked.
The weather is beautiful here now, during that short few weeks between the blazing heat & the creeping cool, giving Maisy the opportunity to drag me around the path & the trails by the Arkansas River. It really couldn’t have been a better day for her- unless of course someone had shown up with that plate of meat.