The River

The Russian River is a special place for Dash and for me too. I brought him up for the first time since he was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy and his excitement for the place was a joy to behold. Upright and focused from the moment we crossed the Richmond bridge we wound our way up stopping for ice cream at Carrs (or something that was cold and sweet that I liked but interestingly, Dash wouldn't touch) and dog food along the way.

Looking to see if I can wean Dash from being walked for his regular pee sessions I left the door open so he could come and go as he wished last night. I had a good night's sleep and then with a little trepidation, checked his bed and found him (YAY!) dry as could be.

Today is chowder, fires and relaxing. The boy is doing good today and so am I.

Making friends as only dogs do...

... the joy... settle down, Dash...

Not sure about the "ice cream" Dash still had a nice time at Carr's