It has been one hundred days and one hundred walks since those oh-so-cold and snowy days in February kept Millie and me off the hilltop trail. So, today, instead of 1,417 walks which it could have been, it is a mere one hundred. I had thought I wouldn't keep track anymore, but the habit of writing it on the calendar, along with a few other little facts that are important to me, has become a happy little habit. In celebration of the day, Millie and I mowed the path across the meadow ~ well, at least she went along, sniffing and snuffing of every old animal trail from the night before.
My daily walks go way back. Millie is not the first to walk these old hillsides with me. Before her there was my beloved Nell who lived to be almost seventeen years old. I suffered greatly when I had to give her up. She is buried on her favorite old wool rug where the trail starts up the hill, just out the back gate, where I can have a few words with her every day. I put pretty things on her grave which I think she would like.
And, before Nell, there was Holly, and before her there was Heidi... I loved them all. But, my very first dog was Sid. My mom said they brought her home on my first birthday. I suppose he was a family dog, but he seemed to like me an awful lot for he was always with me whatever I was doing. Here he is with me and my cousin, Joy.