I thought the excitement for today was over. But no... we decided to try to find the entrance to Forest Park again, taking advantage of the relative grey-ness of the day, and SUCCESS!
Instead of crossing the bridge like we did last time, we took the stairs down, and boom - FOREST!
I can already smell it - I'm gonna LOVE this.
Watery, mossy, lots of dog and animal smells...
And... a Welsh Terrier!
This is Deacon - an incredibly handsome little guy.
He's tall for a Welshie so his parents think he might be mixed with something else... I of course suggested that there might be some mighty Airedale in there.
We did play, we did romp, I did get grumpy from time to time - but it is always so cool to see other terriers of the Welsh and Airedale persuasions!
So back to all of this mossy goodness. The trail is pretty long and while we didn't expect to go all the way we did manage to spend two hours walking up and down.
I love the forests of the Northwest. They're so green and so incredibly beautiful, and so full of wonderful smells everywhere.
Just another view... looks like a painting, doesn't it?
This is Jackson (the black boy) and Gillian (the white girl) - two beautiful poodles that were heading down as we were heading up.
I tried my best to make some time with Gillian, but she seems to be an old-fashioned sort of gal. No kissy on the first date. That's ok pretty girl, I can wait...
Love,
Bogart
