Chance

Against my better judgment, I hiked in the woods behind my house today. Confession: before planning any type of outing, I first think of the worst thing that could happen. Scenario 1: A serial killer follows me into the brush where I meet my demise and won't be found for days, or years. 2: I fall down and break my leg and can't get home. There are more scenarios, but you get the idea. My mother taught me this destructive way of thinking back when I was an impressionable young child, so it keeps me from doing fun things sometimes. But today I had a strong urge to get out with my camera, and thought if I took Chance, my dog, I'd be okay—he'd be my protector. Chance and I are extremely close. I often refer to him as my soul mate. Shadow would have been a perfect name for him. Or Velcro. We are like peas and carrots.

Our three dogs are like our children, really, so I think I'm going to start talking about them more on here. And they're getting older, another good reason to document their antics. Our chihuahuas have their own blog, Dos Chihuahuas Caliente, but I haven't updated it in over a year. Guess I'm a one-blog woman.

As Chance and I hiked today, I noticed the look of sheer glee on his face, being off-leash, free as a bird, and it occurred to me that Chance would make a wonderful photographic subject. So here is Chance in all his glory. He was difficult to photograph because he was in a state of perpetual motion, but these are good enough.

Coming out of the thicket. Wish the branch hadn't obscured his eyes.

Hey, Ma! Look at me! I'm freeeeeeee!

My boy finally starting to show fatigue

Ma, c'mon! Let's go home.

These are the fields directly behind my house. As you can see, not a hint of fall anywhere. :(

Happy Friday to everyone!