We had a great time last weekend, taking a long walk down by the Willamette River, looking at the horizon. Spencer got to go along. For us, it was a mile or two stroll, but for little Spencer, whose legs are about as long as my left hand, it was more like a five-mile trek. He gamely plodded along though, stopping to examine every single smell along the way, and a few that weren’t exactly on our beaten path.
At the top of that great expanse of log, Spencer discovered a whole new horizon, a world of opportunity just waiting for him to explore and conquer.
But, since he’s so close to the ground, he was completely oblivious to this beautiful scene.
As we walked farther along, we saw the sky and the treetops and the birds and the cars and the . . . well, you get the picture. Spencer’s horizon was a little more like this:
Well, that’s our little day trip and horizontal views. What’s on your horizon? Oh, by the way – we never did come across any cats on that walk, so it was pretty boring for Spencer. He didn’t even catch sight of those birds.