I always wonder ” What’s he thinking? Or what’s he seeing?

Gandalf, our 8 year-old male Weimaraner ; Flower, our 6 year-old female Weimaraner and I took about an hour hike on a nearby mountain trail yesterday during a late lunch break from the office.

With an impending winter storm heading into Colorado with the potential of throwing a powerful punch, I decided I wanted to get the pups out for a good hike in case the next couple of days really turned nasty.

Weimaraners need lots of exercise and daily hikes are the norm for our crew.

When we hit our favorite trail we were buffeted by hefty winds and the dogs had to leap frog through snow drifts for about 30 yards in chest to neck deep snow…ears flapping all the way. It didn’t faze them and the rest of the hike was spirited with lots down hill lunging toward the trail as they weaved through the trees like ski slalom racers hell bent sniffing for four-legged furry little critters.

There were even some face plants where snow had built up and the pups had no clue how the gullies along the trail had filled. The episodes made for some pretty good laughs along the way.

For me part of the fun is to observe the dogs on the way home. Often if it’s a good physical hike they will sit or sometimes lay on the cars seats with eyes half open and heads bobbing -a sign they had a thorough hike.

Then other times like yesterday, their golden-yellow eyes are scanning the horizon or the shoulders of the road on alert as though they know something I don’t.

Gandalf appeared almost “people-like” as he sat staring out the window. And I always say to myself, ” I wonder what he’s thinking or what he sees”?

Note: Advice from Gandalf, Flower and all dogs, “Delight in the joys of a long walk”. 

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