“Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem.”
Why walk when you can ride?
Tucked in a warm bag, while someone else handles the walking!
I had a 7 week old German Short haired pointer puppy,I named him Helmut, my dad and I took him hunting, first time. We wore him out,he tried, but he was so young. I put him in my game bag,with the jackrabbit quail,and pheasants we shot. By the time we got back to our old Plymouth Valiant, he was snoring. He is the dog I find myself,sometimes unfairly,judging all my other dogs by. I was young and was constantly moving,he was a constant. I miss him. I hope when my time is up,we meet again and go for a long walk together,with my other dogs,that would be nice.
"I was young and was constantly moving,he was a constant. I miss him." Well put, Livyer - I can identify with that sentiment when I had my most favorite dog - we were always on the go together, and he was a tireless runner, part GSD, part Husky.