The girls went wild over the spring smells today with temperatures in the fifties. I’m dragged this way and that as we stride up the Yellow trail on Whitecap. Every few steps one of the girls will slow to a stop—the smells lure them into a coma and they stand breathing in the smell until I jerk their leash to bring them back to reality.
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| Crossing the lower Connector trail |
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| Cleaning the Dirt Mobile |
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