Down the road, up the highway and after bumping down a potholed filled dirt road, lies our favorite playground.
It’s been a quiet patch of woods during the winter months, giving us an oasis in the midst of our busy lives. It offers narrow trails that teeter along ridges, a path that weaves amongst the tall pines planted long ago in neat rows, trails that cut bold paths through stacks of wood that provide shelter and homes to the little critters in the woods, a wide path that rolls down and around a crystal clear bubbling spring, and a playground of cement troughs and what remains of the dam, perfectly sized for an adventuresome corgi.
Although I love finding the perfect places for Winston to sit for a photograph, somedays it’s all about him leading me to his favorite spots, pushing my photography skills and turning his adventures into a story. This keeps him happy, and even if I don’t get the photograph I envision, I often come home with photographs that ooze with Winston’s personality and charm.
After Winston warmed up his balancing act and was decided he was done playing follow the leader through the cement toughs, he moved on to the high beams of the fallen trees. Starting at the base of the tree, weaving between the branches he climbed like a little monkey down the trunks as far as I would let him before calling him back. Corgi’s are known for being poor swimmers due to their long backs and short legs, but it didn’t stop Winston from going as far as he could down the trees before getting distracted at his reflection and having to stop and bark at it!
As always, he was a good pup. A STINKY pup after romping through all of the muck, but happy all the same! A bath was in store for him when we returned home, a good blow out with my hair drier, and then a long, well deserved nap nestled between the throw pillows on the couch.
