The Runner is back in action so Shyla and I are on our own for our morning mountain bike rides again. I think we're both recovering from the frenzied energy of our rides with R. Shyla let out an uncharacteristically huge yawn near the start of our ride. I yawned right back at her.
But then she seemed to perk up, scanning the world around us.
I'm usually nothing but happy about having these felines around but I'm wary right now with the sheer number of photos that I've been getting of them. When I have a free hour or so, I'll work on the mountain lion action video that I'm making from them.
Early in our ride, Shyla and I headed up to Hug Hill, a place that was inaccessible by bike due to deep snow until fairly recently. She stood in her favorite spot and showed off her increasingly sleek form. She needed to lose a few pounds, and I think she's getting close to our vet's goal weight. Our vet is a stickler about weight because being thin is easier on the joints of a very active dog and because of all the other health benefits, including increased lifespan.
It was another happy spring day in the Rocky Mountains...