Bonnie's mother wanted to see Ripley climb his newest tree tonight, so five of us (she, my wife, Ripley, Bonnie and I) walked over to the marina where Ripley found his newest challenge. So we went and showed Ripley the tree, told him to find that squirrel, and up he went. My wife was rather astounded at how high he was off the ground, or how far he traveled along that limb. We got this one picture as he was headed back to the ground.
After Ripley showed off, we went on to the Marina, where the dogs shared a bottle of water, drinking out of my hand. This was also new to Bonnie, but after watching Ripley do it, doggie see, doggie do. We looked at the boats, then headed home.
The pictures of Ripley's little friend, Bonnie, were taken in a less difficult tree, as we passed through the parking lot. I picked Bonnie up and lifted her into the "V" where the tree splits. Bonnie was a good little Westie, and quickly adjusted to this perch. She also got down by herself, head first, along the roughly 45 degree trunk. For a girl, she did OK, I'll have to admit.
So, that's a typical day for a retiree and his dog. Like the Roman saying "veni, vidi,vici", I came, I saw, I conquered. I also never took Latin, so don't hold my spelling to task.
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