To celebrate the 4th of July, or, to be honest, to celebrate the end of the April-June ground-birds nesting season that requires dogs to be kept on lead at Brimham Rocks, Sloan and I headed to her favorite place on earth.
Despite us not having gone there for three months- an eternity for a dog- she started wriggling and making happy faces before we even turned onto Brimham's lane.
The girl knows what she loves!
The sky was a gorgeous, cartoonish blue with puffy white clouds when we set out, but about halfway through our adventure a heavy dark cloud rolled in, and I heard thunder.
I don't mind rain, as long as it's not freezing, and today was warm and muggy, as it has been lately.
(Yes, to my poor family and friends suffering in the 100ºF+ temperatures in Atlanta, 66ºF is HOT here!)
I baggied up my camera (having a roll of dog-poo bags comes in handy for more than just conscientious dog clean-up!) and we kept on playing fetch.
When the rain began pelting down, Sloan and I hid under a big rock.
She dropped her ball into this deep gorge, but I managed to reach down all 2 feet of the depth and retrieve it. Mommies are the best!
As we drove away, some of the locals came to see us off. These are actually calves- their mommas were less curious!
