|THESE BOOTS!! I heart them so! And so does Lily!|
We finally, FINALLY figured out her sizes: size 0s with size 0 captivators in front, size 0s with size 1 captivators on her hinds. It only took like 2 months to figure it out, but it's because I suck at measuring things. If I'd measured her in millimeters right off the bat, we would have gotten it right the first time. Thank you Mel for all your help, wisdom, and patience!
|Ready to go.|
We returned to the park across the street and took the new trail with the 2 creek crossings, doing a combination of walking and trotting for short bursts - Queenie is gaited but is out of shape. If Lily and I trot to long, Queenie breaks the gait and starts to trot, too. So we're practicing keeping her gaiting by keeping the faster-paced spurts shorter.
This particular trail dead-ends in a meadow. Since it was just Kathy and me, I asked her to wait a sec while I explored what seemed to be yet another trail going up a hill off the side of the meadow. I sent Lily up the hill at a trot. Halfway up, it looked like there was no trail at all, but Lily saw the path between the trees before I did: she took off into a gallop towards it at the same time that I yelled back at Kathy: "There IS a trail!!" I heard Queenie cantering up the hill behind us.
|This is the "trail" we found. We were on the ridge of the hill.|
|Kathy admiring the gorgeous view of the river.|
Queenie's look of "Whatevs" cracks me up.
|This view! Taken from Lily's back as we stood in the middle of the water.|
|Love this one. I had asked her to stand, trying to convince her to drink, a skill that she needs to learn. She was looking at me out of the corner of her eye like, "Seriously? This water is freakin' cold."|