Bill had to go in to the office to do work stuff on Sunday so I decided to run off with the truck and take two excited dogs for walkies at Sweetwater Creek. I was a little nervous about venturing out on my own with two squirming dogs in the back but actually they were very well behaved and didn’t try to climb into the passenger seat to keep me company at all.
It was a really pretty day and we decided to do the river walk over to New Manchester Mill again. In contrast to when Mumsy and Dadsy were here the waters were running calmly, were much more bubbly and less of a gushing torrent.
Taking our two pups for a walk on my own was a challenge though. It’s a continual tangle of leads and sudden stops for peeing and sniffing rites. I envied those people I saw walking girl dogs who didn’t have to deal with that mayhem.
The mill at Sweetwater is cordoned off with a tall mesh fence, so I was surprised to get there and see a group of people armed with spades milling around down amongst the ruins. Being of a suspicious nature, when I passed a state park employee on his quad on the walk back I had to stop to check that scheduled work was going on down there. I was relieved to hear that, yes indeed, it was an authorised team working at the mill. They had been asked to find 4,500 bricks from the site with which to build part of a museum that is in construction there.
Usually when we go to Sweetwater we see a lot of groups of people walking along the trail. However, that day, like myself, most people there were solo. Very odd.
Had a scary Genghis moment too when he somehow managed to slip a front leg through his choke collar and begin to strangle himself after getting into a tangle with Quincy and some other dogs. I really struggled to get the blasted thing off him and was most upset. Eventually I managed to push his leg back through the chain and get him settled again. That’s it though, back to using his harness for me.