Far from fresh water the dogs followed me
Here's the fence I crawled under to help find water...
in a dry creek.
Lil, the oldest in this pack, not counting me,
thought the water should be here.
Lil was walking where water used to be.
I'm not sure she trusted me to find water.
but I did!!! It was a short walk for me...a long run for them.
Every dog was thrilled.
We celebrated and thanked God for leaving us such a treasure.
We headed home. The pack leader (me) knew some secrets the dogs didn't know. These "dry" creeks carry the run off from rain and wet weather springs but are empty when it gets really dry. We're not REALLY dry... yet.
Joining TexWisGirl for Good Fences.