We took Max for his first official walk (with his leash) on the rail trail. Even Dude (aka the Old Dog) came along.
Early afternoon, and a little chilly. . . But we relished the chance to finally get out and feel
Spring. . .
We paused at the wetland along the way to watch the geese play tag . . . honking with childlike glee. . . diving underwater. . .and then emerging, wings wide, showering his companions. . .
Jack took turns holding Max's leash. . .beginning to learn the responsibilities of being a dog owner. . .and friend. . . Tiptoeing into this new role. . .timidly. . .but becoming more confident as the days pass. . . And again we are reminded how fast he is growing. . . becoming . . . right before our eyes. . .
Luke ran along the trail happily. . . Finding rocks. . . and walking all alone (without the insistence of UP) much further than those little legs could carry him in the fall. . . At times eagerly clutching Dada's strong hand. . . and then running (faster! faster!) far ahead . . . the bells of his laughter not able to keep up with his swift feet, and settling for the audience of our ears instead. . .
Ready for a new season . . . another unwritten Zeli chapter . . . stories we have yet to imagine . . .
Early afternoon, and a little chilly. . . But we relished the chance to finally get out and feel
Spring. . .
We paused at the wetland along the way to watch the geese play tag . . . honking with childlike glee. . . diving underwater. . .and then emerging, wings wide, showering his companions. . .
Jack took turns holding Max's leash. . .beginning to learn the responsibilities of being a dog owner. . .and friend. . . Tiptoeing into this new role. . .timidly. . .but becoming more confident as the days pass. . . And again we are reminded how fast he is growing. . . becoming . . . right before our eyes. . .
Luke ran along the trail happily. . . Finding rocks. . . and walking all alone (without the insistence of UP) much further than those little legs could carry him in the fall. . . At times eagerly clutching Dada's strong hand. . . and then running (faster! faster!) far ahead . . . the bells of his laughter not able to keep up with his swift feet, and settling for the audience of our ears instead. . .
Ready for a new season . . . another unwritten Zeli chapter . . . stories we have yet to imagine . . .
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