Bingo & Tabby on Monday

Walkies with Bingo & Tabby

Down to the lake and over the log:

Here's Bingo scoping out something:

She hears something:

Furrowed brow.

And then something else:

"What's that?"  So many sights, sounds . . . 

and smells!

*sniff*

The lake:

T-Bob on the pier:

Bingo investigating under the pier while Tabby continues his Groom Fest.

Back up the trail:

Another day, another walk:

Out the front door. Tabby goes scritchy-scratch.

And then comes to join us up the driveway:

And back down to the lake:

T-Bob on the pier.

B-Dog down below.

Sometimes Bingo gets the leash wrapped around a branch or tree:

Tabby coming to join us, oblivious to the Challenges of the Leash:

Doing catish things, balancing on a branch.

All is well.  :-)

Grasshopper Quote

This is from this Monday's Grasshopper Note by John Morgan:

Nothing says "inspirational quote" like a pretty landscape. :-) Photo by Andrew Meade.

Bingo & Tabby

So many pictures & so little time yesterday to post! So here's Part 2. 

Sometimes Bingo still likes to go down our old, pre-lake trail:

Jumping OVER the logs, not on.

Hugging trees.

*sniff*

Tabby comes to join us.

*scritchy-scratch*

Looking very sphinxy.

 Out the front door:

And then down to the lake:

Look at this!

At first I thought they were bugs; but they are teeny-tiny toads the size of my pinky nail.  (That's my index finger in the photo). So cute!  I'm really care walking around because I don't want to step on them!

 Bingo jumping on the logs:

Never gets old. 

 And on another one:

And again:

On the pier, but she just thinks it's there for her to get to the grass:

See? In the grass. But, oh! Guess what I have down here? Jewel Weed. Woo-hoo!

These are Mississippi water lilies, I think. 

Another gift from Composer Brother.

And the lake. Mini lily pads along the shore.

Back over the logs:

With all the rain we've had, this area is less boggy, and more creeky-brookish:

Imagine you can hear the water running.  :-) 

 More grass-eating:

I'm noticing she's getting a bit greyer under the chin. 

Aaaaaand over the log: 

Love it here. Someone asked me how big the lake was. Whatever is 2 inches beyond a pond!

Here's Tabby on a fallen tree:

When I first saw this, I thought, "Wow. Look how that tree fell with its branches on either side of that tree. Lucky tree!" And then I realized, that the tree prolly grew up between the already-fallen tree. Yeah, that was my Mensa moment. 

Rocks waiting to go in the labyrinth.

And back in the yard.  :-)