This morning I took a hike down behind our house. Most people would never expect it, but our property is actually located in the foothills of the Appalachians Mountains which officially ends less than twenty miles from here at Tannehill State Park.
I took along my trusted old friend Pooh Bear. Pooh Bear is part Shar pei, Shepard, and the rest of him is just plain mutt, but he can the sweetest dog as well as the most stubborn. Pooh loves to go walking, so I didn’t have to twist his paw to get him to come along.
At the foot of the mountain that we live on are a couple of creeks that join, and the base of two other small mountains. We walked down the larger of the creeks which are really down due to the lack of rain lately. I photographed some plants and dragon flies and Pooh cooled himself by lying in the creek. This was funny because I have never seen a dog that hates to get wet as much a Pooh. I guess it alright if he chooses to get wet just don’t let him see you bringing bath bucket and a hose.
When I was a child I would play, hike and camp in this area. One of our favorite places was on top of one of these mountains, known as Pine Mountain. I decided to hike up to the top for old time sake. I didn’t remember it being that steep. It is amazing how much these mountains will grow as the years go by. I thought that I’d never get to the top.
After reaching the top I was looking off a cliff and noticed that I was being watched. Staring up between some rocks below were a couple of young “teenage looking” buzzards. They still were covered in light gray feathers. I thought oh baby buzzards and I sure that they thought oh a real human just like the ones that mommy was telling about. The way we both were located it really didn’t lend itself to photography besides they continued to back up until they were totally out of sight. Just then Pooh walks up and takes a couple of sniffs. Then he looks over and seems to say “what’re you looking at?” I get up and tell him to come on, knowing that he would like nothing more than to have the opportunity to get up close and personal with the birds. He followed me but I could tell that he still knew that there’s something there and that he couldn’t stand the thought of having missed out on the fun. As we begin to climb down the mountain I’m headed towards the right and he begins circling left which is back towards where the young birds were located. I called him again and he seemed like he wanted to argue but I finally convinced him to follow me and we left the young birds safely behind.
I’m not one to humanize pets. My dog lives outside. He knows that he not supposed to come inside and he doesn’t. However, whoever it was that first compared a dog to a child, I completely understand. They must have had a dog like Pooh. At times he can most definitely takes on the qualities of a child.