Hurtling, panting, gasping, barking, sniffing, yelping, bounding, jumping, licking, scratching, biting, bouncing...
No, these words do not describe an average night out, car-bar'ing!
Franklin and Tori had the pleasure of making Kiria's acquaintance at Cecelia Forest on Saturday. Tori, (who when she hears she is seeing, or is in the company of Tany(ass), always vomits), managed an Allie-sized pile on the carpet in the passage about 10 mins before we left. Great start to a Saturday morning...thanks Tori, *high five*.
Contrary to popular belief, Kiria is NOT as obedient as she was made out to be, and bolted like a Dom at a daiquiri. This, of course, made Frank and Tor rather proud, as they are NOT trained to high standards, but ARE very obedient (naturally).
The walk itself was awesome, of course, and the mist that settled around us made it feel rain-forest-like.
Kiria managed to carry what must have been a 75kg tree trunk pretty much the entire way. The dog has stamina. I'll give her that. Frank and Tor, on the other hand, not wanting to been seen as disrespectful to the alpha female (not you Tany(ass)), decided against carrying anything in their mouths, except their droopy, dribbly tongues.
Needless to say, the hurtle home in TheGreenMachine was a misty experience.
A good morning all around. Thanks to all involved.
