Pirates and Alligators

I just found some old pictures on my camera from when I was fostering Ritter a few weeks ago.  I took Ritter, Ziggy and Tulsa on a walk by the river, and the walk went something like this:

We set off, with the dogs leading the way but not pulling (most of the time).  I had all three leashes attached to my belt which let me keep my hands free for important things like photography and skipping rocks.

We paused to watch the salvage ship at work.  It's busy digging up a pirate ship filled with treasure.  At least that's what I told Ritter.  

Then we stopped to watch the freshwater alligators (or so Ritter believes).  Ziggy wanted to go play in the water, but I said no. 

Things were progressing nicely until we came to several piles of bones on the trail.  I explained to Ritter that the alligators must have eaten one of the pirates.  I think he believed me.

The bones presented a challenge for me, since Ziggy is bone aggressive.  Fortunately there were plenty of pirate bones to go around.  Tulsa preferred to give hers a thorough sniffing.

Ritter was happy to roll in his pile of bones. Very happy.  Maybe pirate bones are like catnip for dogs.

Ziggy chose a bone to chew along the way, and I quickly got the dogs moving again.  We stopped once more to admire the view. Ziggy chose to lay in his favorite "frog leg" position, as close to the water as possible.

Tulsa and Ritter stayed with me up by the trail and enjoyed the cool breeze.  

Finally we had to go home, where we all slept soundly and dreamed of pirate treasure, or pirate bones.