Sparky was never going to catch that squirrel, but I used that as an excuse to get him outside for a walk. The walk went fine as long as Sparky was going downhill. The weather was very comfortable, so I thought we could go for a long walk. As Sparky was taking a whiz by the creek, I started up the big hill. He wouldn’t budge.
Sparky could accept that we were on a walk instead of killing squirrels, but we didn’t have to make this a death march. Sparky thought I should be grateful that he would walk back to the house without needing to be carried.
That hill looks steep from the angle of the photo. Sparky looks so small. Is that the cement bag water damn? I like to see some photos of it.
I have a few photos here.
Oh, thanks for the link to the photos. I already saw those photos because I basically read your entire blog over a month ago when I was home sick with the corona poison virus. I was interested in seeing the now photos of the damn. Especially, how it formed when the paper of the cement bags disintegrated over time