My life with dogs.

My dog Kerouac and he and I used to explore the Peterson Creek trails by our house a lot. I rode my bike and Kerouac trotted alongside me. I always rode slow so that hs didn't stress himself out trying to keep up with me. We did this for years and years. In spring, when he could stop and eat and lay in the remnants of snow from the winter. In summer, when he laid in the shade of the Ponderosa pines and sat in the creek to cool his belly. In the fall, when the trails were carpeted in leaves tired and worn from the summer. And in winter, we went by foot iwith its short days and snowy landscape. When my boy got too old to make the long bike ride anymore, we took to the trails by foot. He still took the lead and guided me through the pine forest - and he never took me the same way twice. He would go different directions each time, as it suited him. He knew those trails like the back of his paws and we never got lost.  One day I decided to drive with him up to the yellow gate on Rose Hi...