The trail's the thing...

...but you can't be too careful, as far as Casey's concerned. And just up ahead he senses potential problems long before I have a clue.

He knows I'll spot it eventually, but in the meantime he just takes it slow.

OK, I'm laughing, but you just never know about Boston Terriers in the wild. Right, Casey?

9-month-old Luna, with parents

Roadside salad bar

It's not often that yearling black tailed deer let Casey get up close and personal while they're snacking. This particular young doe couldn't have cared less that she was making Casey's day. She practically finished the first course of brunch before we could pull out of the parking lot.

Double vision

While finishing up a jog along the Interurban today my peripheral vision was tested momentarily as two border collies joined me on either side of my survival shuffle, and it took a second to realize that Casey was the black and white blur on my left.

The other guy was 12-year-old Tate, with basically the same markings, and enough of a beta version for Casey to take to him right away.

Tate's owner, along with her husband, is one of those special people that rescue older dogs that find themselves in tough situations after losing loved ones, and it just so happens that they're always on the lookout for Bordies. It didn't take long to see that the stars had been aligned just right for Casey's new acquaintance, and why not. Look at that smile.