Last Sunday afternoon JJ and I headed out with our dog for a little drive to explore a creek.
I thought Monty might like another little stroll. Little stroll’s are all she can manage in her late years. And I thought JJ might like to look at the creek.
The ground was quite wet so I stepped quite gingerly around the place, but not JJ.
He’d crossed over to the other side of the creek further back and got to this spot and thought that would be a good place to get back to the side I was on.
But it involved a little jump. He’d found a stick that was enormously helpful in keeping his balance if needed.
You can see his concentration.
I wasn’t worried about him falling in. I was more concerned about having to get wet myself to fish him out if it came to that.
But he made it and we both breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn’t until we were about to leave that I noticed the bottom of his jeans were soaking and I asked if his shoes were wet. They were also soaking. Too late I realised that I should have got him to wear old shoes. But they’ve dried out okay so it doesn’t matter.
He had a great time having a little adventure down at the creek. There’s something magical about exploring when you’re a kid. They’re memories you keep forever.