We are in the mountains! That is great, I love mountains. The smells here are overwhelming, the air is fresh and pure and the grass tastes delicious. I like to eat grass, all dogs do. The grass back in Holland is okay, but here in the mountains it is something else.
We walk a lot here, up and down the mountains, through woods and meadows and over rocky little paths. There is even funny white stuff in some places, stuff that tickles between my toes. M tells me it is snow. Snow in summer! This is a truly magical place.
We just returned from our daily walk. We went to the dunes and the forest. We go there almost every day, so you could say this is nothing special. But to me it is always special.
Every day is different, you know. It smells different, it feels different. Sometimes we have sun, sometimes rain or storm. Or all of them in one walk (those are the best). We might encounter a fox, or a bunch of rabbits. You never know for certain and that makes every walk a little adventure. Not a big one, like going on a holiday and hiking in the mountains, of course not. That is a different category. But I like these little adventures too. Maybe even more, because we can have them every day.