Up, up , up we go to the top of the mountain. Well actually it’s a hill. I think that’s why they call where we live Fountain Hills. See there’s this lake and in the middle of the lake is this fountain. And around the lake are these hills, so I guess calling the town Fountain Hills makes sense.
I wish we didn’t hafta stay on the leash cause there’s birds and rabbits and pack rats and sorts of neat stuff to chase and catch. But the rules say stay on the leash. It also says pick up the poop. Brian does that.
Anyways it was a fun hike.
Rose, the Irish setter