Yup, that be how old she looked hobbling around all hunched ofur and stuffs. Her back went wonky. I think she broked it. She went to her chiropractor and it helped some, at least enuff that she could walk better. So today we decided to check out a park kinda closer to us wot udder hikers say be a kind of an icky place to hike coz the trails and map be confuzzling. We figgered this way, nuttin lost if'n mom's back did not gib full cooperashuns and we had to cut the hike short. Well, furrends, once
I dragged mom up and down hills mom got to moving, her back went BACK into place and woz FINE! And, turns out that park has new trails and a new map and it woz wonnerful and I dragged mom around hiked fur 10 miles!
|There woz lots of seeniks through the trees. In the summertime the trees hide the seeniks.|
|Wowzer! Somebuddy woz bizzy with their chain saw clearing the trail fur us. Thanks!|
|I had to cross creeks on rawks.|
|Then the trail went on the road a bit so I had to put mom on the walking string.|
|The trail taked us to a cornfield on the FARM!|
|Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Farmer fur letting us walk around your cornfield!|
|We did find one of the furst signs of spring - skunk cabbage be popping out of the ground!|
|We had lots more waters to cross.|
|At the top of this mountain woz an old chimney thing and part of a peeple potty - ewwww. Must be from the old farm house wot used to be here afore they gibbed the land to be a nature preserve.|
|We had to go down this rawky trail...|
|... down to the bottom on this flat trail where a train used to go.|
|The Musconetcong River do be down there.|
|I found some falling waters speshull fur Frankie but they be much prittier seeing them in furson.|
|So we got back to the parking lot and I seened this pawsome car. I think mom should pimp our ride like that.|
So then on the way home I seened this sign and OMD, mom flipped a u-turn and went back!
You see, mom dussn't buy eggs in the store coz those chickuns is treated rilly, rilly bad even if'n the eggs say they is organic. Used to be those organic cage-free egg chickuns woz treated better but not by much. So the only time mom buys eggs is when we pass a farm while hiking where the chickuns run free! Well, in a fence so the foxes dussn't nom them but they is happy chickuns with lots of space to be chickuns and flap their wings and nom on grass and bugs and stuffs. If'n you think the eggs you buy is cage-free, check here to be sure coz many rilly is not.
|Pashuntly waiting while mom say yak, yak, yak with the egg farmer man.|
|Eggs. It's wot's fur dinner.|