We've been having a pretty cool summer this year, compared to what a lot of people are experiencing. I was complaining about it until the other day when I realized, on my day off - I could get ALL the dogs out running without worrying about the heat. So, the coolness has it's advantages...

The monsters wreak havoc on the poor, unsuspecting clay cliffs
I took the dogs out in two groups - the first, the trouble-making sisters and Kuna. That was all I could handle in the first trip.

The river is quite high now, so there is no beach walking. It's more like cliff scrambling. I'd make them go up and down, and up and down, and repeat until they started to wobble from exhuastion (which, btw, never happened). And as you can see, going up was not as easy as coming down. This is Lucy struggling from behind...

And Lucy struggling from the front. Note that look of desperation on her face. And did I help her out? Hell, no! Not when there were pictures to be taken. She got up ok though (this time). In fact watching her go down was funnier. She would leap in spots where there was the hugest (that a word?) drop, I couldn't believe it. Most dogs actually thought things through a *tiny* bit before they lept. Not Lucy... I'd call her and she would fling herself off that cliff no matter where she was. In fact, one time the drop was so much, that her body started rotating like she was diving into water. She practically landed on her head, but with this lil sweet (but not the most brilliant dog in the yard) - that won't really make much of a difference!

I've entitled this "A moment of reflection..." since I don't know what the hell they're all looking at.
This is Kuna's big swim. The big goof really likes to swim every once in a while. He needs no prompting when he really wants to go. So he just hops in and goes for a little dip in the water every so often. This little series illustrates it quite nicely.

Out he goes

Ok, that's far enough. Hey - I never said he swam FAR.

As he comes back, they're all there to greet him, waiting on his every paddle...
Awww...Kuna and Lucy, sharing a tender moment. Or... he's got her by the throat, or he's attempting to "mount" her, or he wants to go by, but is too lazy to go around her... ah the complexity of doggie language...

Later that evening - George's impression of a pig - caked in dry, cemented mud and snorting.

Onto group 2. This consisted of: Jack, Harris (to both maintain peace and order), and Octane, Ivy and Loki.

After taking these photos I've realized Ivy does a heck of a lot of leaping! There she is, airbound on the left, beside Harris. She's a funky little dog, who constantly makes me laugh. This was a chance to work on her *listening* to me. A skill she was quite confused about at first. I would call her, and she would come running no problem. But the thought of actually stopping when she got to me didn't occur to her. She ran circles around me for the first 15mins. Then... later she realized "ohhh... you want me to NOT run by you at 100miles/hr and actually let you catch me....ahhh, I get it..." After that, she was responding to me calling brilliantly - resisting the temptation to run off into the wilderness with Loki, the one dog who follows any damned dog anywhere.

Red-Dog Loki
The Octane flying down the hill. This was great exercise for them, and watching them flail up the cliff, and then tumbling backwards kept me entertained for hours.


They also don't really see humans as an object in their way. I got ran over more times than I could count.

The leaping Ivy, Pt. 2
I love this expression on Ivy's face. She looks disturbingly insane. I think she was about to shake off the water, but she looks like she is maniacally staring into the ground like she's possessed. Ok, so she may be. But she does have all 4 feet on the ground this time!

Harris, the big sweet fella.

Once, again Jack and Harris set a great example for the others and never ran too far off. These are the boys after the run - l-r: Loki, Jack, Harris, Octane. Ivy is in there too, but I think they've squashed her. That's what she gets, her whopping 38lb-self when she tries to play with the big boys!

You may notice that this wasn't the whole crew (good god, I hope no one pays that much attention to this nonsense) - so later... "those-who-run-away-when-loose" - Kate, Rupert, Ripper and Sage got to go bikejoring. No pics as it was more out-of-control than I planned... so next time!