Country Smells

Yesterday was a trip to my parent's house to help put up fascia - something involving ladders, air compressors, nail guns and long peices of metal that act as sails in the wind. The dogs came but were relegated to the dog runs because there's a litter of 3 week old CUTE Puli puppies and the dam of the litter gets tetchy about strange dogs. I would if I was a dog.

Apparently countryside smells a whole lot more interesting than city parks because the dogs couldn't get enough of it. I think sometimes the opportunity to smell different scents is almost more tiring than running - probably because the brain is going a mile a minute and there's so much to take in and process.

At the dog park it's the same dogs, same smells, same grass, same wind ... I can imagine it gets a little repetitive. But in the country there's all kinds of things never encountered at the dog park. Deer poop, coyote smells, gophers, mice, things that have died, horses on the wind, cows nearby, strange dogs, grass in general, the water is different. Well, I can imagine if you're a dog it's like Disneyland.

On the hour long trip home Raimi slept like the dead all the way and Halo spent much of the time in an awkward ball on the passenger seat. When we got home they were fed - which is always a time of great excitement - and went to bed. A sounder sleep was never had. It is so satisfying to know that they've been afforded the opportunity to visit the countryside - it makes them so happy!