Crazy Dog!

I took our dog Sydney out for a walk tonight. Not a walk with her on a leash or where I have to pick up her poop, but one where she walks beside me or explores the ditch or checks out gopher holes. In one direction, we have no neighbours for an entire mile and as long as it's dry (you'd get stuck in the mud if it was wet), it's a wonderful walk, especially with the beautiful temperatures we've been enjoying (and no mosquitoes. . .yet!).

Sydney is, well, she's a bit crazy (to say the least). She's a pure bred Norwegian Elkhound and you know that line between genius and insane - let's just say she's probably closer to the insane side. She doesn't run; it's more like she bounds around. The other day, she was chasing one of the cats (one of her FAVORITE activities) and wasn't watching where she was going. Sydney ran full speed into a pole and literally bounced back off of it (like in the cartoons!). She stood up, shook herself off and went on her merry way. Crazy dog!