I do like walking in the mountains. There are lots of interesting smells and the terrain is good for running and climbing. I have to wait for M and P a lot, since they are not as fast as I am, but that is okay.
There are a lot of animals here I am unfamiliar with. There are big birds of prey. And little furry ones that look a bit like cats. They live in groups. One of them sits on guard and warns the others with a high note when we are approaching. The holes they live in smell promising, but unfortunately I am too big to creep into them. Other animals here I do know, but in Holland they live behind fences. Here they roam in the wild. I am not sure if I can trust them. They seem pretty peaceful, but some of them have a strange look in their eyes. Yesterday, I spotted one of them, watching us:
This is what it looked like. What do you think, she looks kind of strange, doesn’t she? What is she up to?
M is angry with me. We were walking and I left the path to chase – what turned out to be – a falling pinecone. M got really mad, she told me I was stupid and words like that, because I left the path when I should had stayed with her. I had to walk on a leash, the rest of the way. That was boring. We were walking high up in the mountains, on top of these rocks:
M told me I could have fallen of the rocks, that is why she was so mad. Me, falling of the rocks, ha! Of course that would never happen to me. I would stop in time or, even better: just jump to the ground. Although they look very high, from this side… Uhm, maybe M is right and I would have fallen. If I’m frank, I don’t think I could jump from such a height… Oh dear, that is a depressing thought. Is this part of growing up, getting to know one’s limitations? I hope not, I don’t like it.
We are in the Spanish Pyrenees and it is really nice here. I’ll show you what we do here on an average day. First we walk for some hours. It is hot and dusty, but there are sources where I can drink. Like this:
Then we have a picnic at a lovely spot. I like it most when we rest near a little river, so I can play in the water. There are some good sticks for grabs here:
At the end of the day we get back at the campervan. M and P relax and so do I. It is a bit tiring, you know, walking for hours and having to guard M and P all the time. Usually I sleep in the sun. As a Greek dog, I like the warmth. If it gets too hot, I lie down in the shade.
The walks we do here are very different from the ones we do at home. There are steep hills and rocks, great for running and climbing! I can use my long legs here. The forests smell of furry tasty animals… it is all very interesting.
This is what the trails look like here. Nice, isn’t it?