|Dead tree in the forest|
First I took Willow out, and after she did her business we climbed the steep hill into the forest west of our place and explored in places I'd not been before. Then it was Frio's turn, and we did the same exploration Willow and I had done.
On the way back to the cabin two dogs appeared, one of whom I knew: the Australian Shepherd, Cowboy, from our neighbor's place. Cowboy had another dog with him, a Heeler who looked just like Willow. I let Frio off lead so he could meet his neighbors. I knew it would go well with Cowboy, a confident canine who knows how to handle himself. The new Heeler, though barking at us, was shy. He headed for home, but Frio followed, disappearing into the woods north of our place. He returned almost immediately, though, and tried to get Cowboy to play with him. Cowboy wasn't in the mood, however, and returned home right away. It was a good first encounter with our neighbor's dogs.
|Frio heading down our road|
|Shell found in our yard|
|Willow headed down our road|
|Dead wood in the forest|
|The rest: views of the Sacramentos from our place|