Sunday, 25 March 2018
Back to Black Dog Halt
Today Ziggy and I went for a walk along the old railway track, the starting point of our walk being a place that is very special to me, Black Dog Halt.
As we walked, I realised that I had not taken that route since before Wiggle passed away but it was nice to think of the happy memories.
Ziggy was happy to trot along, taking it all in:
After recent rain, there was plenty of mud for Ziggy to splash in:
Daft, muddy Baldy Dog:
Ziggy ran ahead, just like Wiggle used to, as if he knew where he was:
Through a gateway, we could see a large puddle had formed in the fields which lead to the river:
I've never seen Ziggy run ahead as fast as he did today when he saw the water!
And he was in!
I just loved seeing him so utterly happy, splashing in the water, then running to me before heading back to the water:
And just as I was thinking how perfect it all was, I noticed Ziggy had found his idea of perfection - something nasty and stinky to roll in:
After some more splashing around, we headed back the way we had come:
And Ziggy had a bath as soon as we got home!