We have a lovely little secret park just down the road. Hardly anyone goes there because it doesn't look like much from the parking area. When your first view is of a Port a Potty, well… I have noticed it's a popular stop off for the UPS driver, among other service providers. To be fair, it is one of the better, larger Port a Potties. My dog, Coco, seems to like it.
Anyway, I digress.
This park, imaginatively named Hendersonville Park, is riddled with walking paths through copses of trees and small fields. Paths that curve around bends in the most delicious way that just makes you want to see what's around the corner. It's quiet and lovely and a great place for a dog who loves to sniff.
My poor Coco is very old. On her last legs, literally. I thought she would like a low-key park outing and I wanted to do another round of plein air painting, so I took her along. She did great, although I think she would have preferred to keep moving rather than stay in one place for an hour. Her hips and hind legs give her trouble and going up or down stairs can be iffy, bless her heart. I had to put my gear down to help her manage the small embankment, so it was as much my fault as hers when she tipped over onto the painting.
She added a nice doggy touch to my small landscape and got a little in return: