MY FIELDS OF "GOLD"

"get back here,

that stick is mine"

Minerva has my stick!

Albus (aka Elvis) is on my tail literally

trying to snag the stick

as we leap through the fields of heather.

Speed is our friend today!

The fact that we are Poodles 

we are driven by the same higher being!

With an obligatory sniff

making the encounter complete and satisfactory,

my new friends head off ~ ~

See you guys later 

perhaps we'll meet up again in

these Fields of Gold

(in my eyes at least)

SURPRISE in the HEATHER

If you viewed Daddy Jim's post

"In Heather Heaven"

the other day

you would be now all primed 

and 

knowledgeable about heathers.

For me the beauty of heather

is always a moment of sheer bliss.

We walk down a trail

up a slope

around a corner

and

before us is this

mammoth field of heather.

I bury my nose

without any worry 

that the bees might sting

or

that a stump

may trip me.

The joy of fetching

of searching

of retrieving

outweighs

any possible danger.

See what I mean.

My love of life 

my pure intrinsic needs

though basic

are

what makes me tick.

Namaste !