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Friday, June 12, 2015
I love springtime. The world is bursting with new life, and it's so beautiful. The other day, as I coasted down a hill in a remote part of the forest, a mother grouse flew off the ground. She'd been sitting with her babies. How many do you see here? Their camouflage is sublime. I departed quickly so I wouldn't upset family life. The chicks were so young that they just froze when I was nearby.
I was glad that Shyla wasn't with me when I saw the grouse chicks (4 in this photo and 6 in total) so I could enjoy taking a quick peek at them without worrying about her hurting htem. However, she and I have had some gorgeous mountain bike rides recently.
Today, we rode through a meadow so full of wildflowers that it smelled sweet.
She ran with power and grace, enjoying a cool morning outing.
Sharing this springtime with Shyla is so special. Last spring, she and I were going through a tumultuous phase. She was testing the limits of acceptable behavior, and I was getting frustrated with her daily challenges to the rules. Now, we've found that sweet spot, where she's nicely attentive to me but has earned a little freedom on our daily rides.
I'll admit that K was a hard dog to follow. But, Shyla's sweet soul has shined, making me happier than I thought that I'd ever be again after K died.
Knowing how fleeting a dog's life is, I am reminded to stop and enjoy the beauty of each moment.