I can’t help bumping into them — trail dogs and their keepers.
Here;s Sam and her dog, Saki.
Today was just another one of those DOG days.
So here is Muriel and her rescue Doberman, Jager on the South Boundary Trail.
Muriel is just my latest trail-dog-walker acquaintance.
She’s been struggling to stay in Taos working two jobs rather than return to her home state of Minnesota. If you’ve ever spent a bit of winter up there you’ll understand why. Golly, I recall how I frosted my cheeks just going from a taxi to the door of a restaurant at eleven-below with a humidity near ninety.
And there are lots of others I’ve met recently including James and his neat pup, Uma, down below.
(Sorry James. This photographer needs some training to do better justice to you and Uma. Maybe I can get a better shot when we meet again. Still, I wanted to let folks know about how often we meet on the South Boundary or Divisidero trails.)
My wife, daughter and I first met Uma and James in the snow on the cold side of the Divisadero Loop Trail last spring. Uma got so interested in folks on the trail that she mistook the direction. Poor James was frantically trying to find her. The story ends well. Another hiker found Uma and called James’ phone number on Uma’s dog tag. Great bit of information to have on your dog’s tag.
And golly, not to forget Margaret and her big gal, Dotty, on the Santa Barbara Trail.
Jackie had difficulty talking Luke into posing for this shot. But what the heck. He loved the treat and we had a good time anyway.
Here’s Scott with his poochs, Loki and DD (Honest, that’s her name. I didn’t change a thing.) They’re on a trail that we named “Tessa’s Loop,” in memory of our dear departed Tessa.
And now since we still haven’t found a replacement for our dear loss, Tessa, we’ve been hiking with Gwen and John and their beautiful poodles.
Here I am on the right with John, and Gwen holding Bodhi and Bella at the trailhead in Amole Canyon.
If I’d only known how much fun it would be, I’d have been stopping dogs and their guardians to chat and photograph long ago. Such great people. And it ain’t like there’s only a few of us. Trails are our town’s dog-walking yard. And that yard is almost as big as the state of New Mexico itself!
Then I just could not resist adding the photo of my oldest friend who just left for home after a week’s visit and a lot of hiking.
If he’d had his dog, Daffy, with him, you know he’d have had her on the trail with us.
You got to admit, this is a dog-lover!
And Daphodil a master-lover?