This land once belonged to Albert Gallatin. Mom said it once was full of Indian’s. I’m not sure what breed of dog that is, but I sure would like to meet one. Mom just told me that Indian’s aren’t dogs and that I’m being silly. Sorry……
We love this place, it smells good, it feels good and we can run hard, well
at least as far as out long leashes allow.
When we saw this hollow log, we got really excited. Can you just imagine the wonderful smells inside of it? The parents wouldn’t let us inspect it, sometime they are just a little too over protective.
Annie was trying to trick mom into letting her take a walk all by herself, but that never works. It just makes mom crazy (er) and Annie sad. So we just wandered along the trails and enjoyed the day.
Here’s to your trails being sweet smelling and your days long.
The Friendship Hill explorers,
Quigley and Annie
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