While Russ and Carlin were in one field practicing retriever work, Tooey and I went for a walk.
The snow is low, having melted and frozen multiple times over the last several days. So I put my yaktrax on my boots, and we set off.
Since we were at a state park, there are no guns or shooting allowed. And it’s not mourning dove season. Which is why, when Tooey flushed up a dove from the falling-over cattails along the path, I had to disappoint her. She just looked at me like, “Mom? I did my part. What up with you?”
I could only shrug. But it was a great walk in the bright sun and blue sky.