You’ve followed our same old directions and traveled the back roads as you dip and turn up the twisting route dotted with majestic oaks and rolling hills.  There is a growing excitement that pup can feel. Those funny sighs and raised ears on that glorious tilting head.  Amazing isn’t it? But this is no delusion, pup knows the way, the motions.  Sights and smells tell pup he’s arrived. This is his chance to work the trails again, marking his territory and then flushing out some poor field mouse lurking on the forest floor. You offer a half-hearted reprimand and watch him disappear in a yellow blur into the distance. What the hey, he’s been cooped up all day. Besides, the air is refreshing and cool. The path soft, there’s no hurry to get back, or go anywhere for that matter.