Now, whenever I see a log mid-trail, if the lighting is at all compliant, I’ll take a knee, get out the camera, and whistle for the dogs to see what kind of picture I can get. Shameless.
Sometimes you just have to lie out on the cool grass, drink some water packed by one of your thoughtful dads, and let that tongue hang out.
Even this degree of stillness is only possible because Andy and I are sitting quietly. If we packed up or stood up, Gus would come over and stare as if to say, “When are we getting going!?”
If we didn’t get them out for this kind of exercise with some serious regularity, we’d have antsy, vibrating dogs at the house instead of the mostly mellow fellows we’re used to. These competition Goldens don’t make good indoor companions if they don’t get regular, substantial exercise. There is, of course, some rollicking keep-away played in the house no matter how tired we keep them.