Dog Walk, Friday, Oct. 23, 2009

After 24 hours of cold rain, we are out this morning on a search for bittersweet.  Momma Dog uses it to decorate our house in autumn.  This year it is growing too far up in the tree for hand picking.  Even though I gave my very highest jump I could not reach it and Huck was of no use at all.  Bark, bark, bark, man that dog has a mouth on him!  He’s claiming he scented a deer and we did find tracks in the mud later, but I didn’t smell it.  I’m glad for my thick fur as it is only 38 degrees out here with a windchill in the twenties.  Two of the cats, Hillside Kitty and July took the trek with us, but they are more interested in winding in and out of Momma Dog’s legs on the steep part of the hill than hunting deer.