Orange

We wear these hats. Mine is just as orange but it has a visor. Henry and I picked them out together at Klems, seriously, my favorite store of all time. It's in Spencer. I have found both fox scat spray and crystal, floating fairies in the same trip. Also, they give out free popcorn every time we visit. That, is pretty big with the kids.... and Jenny.

So, we picked out these hats because sometimes Henry will wake up early enough to go for my walk with Chaucer. I go before school, when it is light enough and on the weekends. We walk for about an hour, although today it was more like two. Chaucer becomes an entirely different dog. For those of you that haven't met him, he is the chillest, less-than-a-year old chocolate lab puppy you have ever met. I seriously don't think he will bother to move at all when he gets older. But, take him out for a walk in Rutland State Park and everything changes.
He has this little jingle bell thingy that I put on his collar to scare away bears (don't laugh, I have come face to face with that and worse in that park). As soon as he hears me pick them up, the change ensues. I bring a collar, but I don't put it on him unless we meet other people with dogs. He blasts around the open fields, dives straight into the water, chases every available bird/rabbit/coyote/stick that he can find. Then when we get home, he completely collapses, and that's it for the day.

Henry loves it. There is something seriously amazing about seeing him in his element. He literally dives into the water.

So, we follow him, in our orange hats and I look for birds, and Henry swats things with sticks and breaks the ice on the surface of puddles.

This is why I don't live in the city.

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