A Dog’s Life

Getting ready for their walk in the woods.

At this point in my life, I find myself dogless.  The greatest dog in the world was my best friend for 12 1/2 years.  He passed away 5 years ago.  Since then, I have been without a dog.  I love dogs, so it is always fun to visit my mother and her two dogs, a Scottie named Rupert, and a Labrador named Chloe.  This visit to Oregon coincided perfectly with a sister’s vacation, so when I landed in Portland, I picked up her car and her Border Collie Phoebe and headed for the coast.  This would be a three dog week for me and a vacation in the country for Phoebe. 

A walk in the woods.

The dogs love their walks in the woods.  Each morning we headed out for a short walk in the fields, and on some days we did a longer walk in the woods. 

Rupert headed somewhere with a purpose. So typically Scottie.

Oregon is a dog friendly state, with most, if not all, beaches open for dogs.  We took a three dog trip out to the jetty near Astoria, where the Columbia river meets the Pacific.  It was a weekday and in one spot we had the beach all to ourselves.  It was typical beach day in Oregon, windy, and requiring and requiring a light jacket. 

Me and the dogs at the jetty beach near Astoria. Chloe is an older girl, but she does a great job of keeping up. We adopted her from the local animal shelter several years ago when her age was estimated to be 9 or 10.

A wide open beach near the South Jetty close to Astoria.  We had the beach all to ourselves.

The dogs love living in the country, and Phoebe loves her visits to Grandma’s place.

Rupert keeping an eye on the valley.

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