When I look across the river, I see potential. Potential for arrowheads to be found, if I was a kid, maybe a fort in the crevices of the cliff.
Otis is still trying to figure out if he likes the river. He jumps from rock to rock but I’m sure when the weather is hot again, it will be one of his new favorite places and he will wade into it with the confidence of a big dog.
Although the Blanco River is very low due to the drought, the reflections and the colors make for a magnificent Fall display.
I don’t know if two pups can play any harder than these. Duke is the dog that showed up at our house after a strong thunderstorm and Otis is my new pup I got in Llano, Texas. This nap is after hours of continuous jumping, biting and rolling. It’s kind of like watching a fire…mesmerizing.