
October 23, 2010
Adventure #37
Surrounded by flaxen trees and the quiet pitter patter of Pollock's feet scuttling through crisp fallen leaves, I was happier and more relaxed than I had been in a long while. My little family joined a group of friends at my buddy David's house, which is in the Buda hills. From there, with just a couple minutes of walking, we had access to lovely, secluded trails.
With David's large, fluffy dog, Chica, leading the way, Pollock happily pranced through the forest without a leash - rarely leaving my heels. You can barely see him in the picture below, because his fur color (called "wild boar") camouflages him with the earth - making him the ideal hunting dog he was bred to be. However, since Mike and I aren't much for hunting, he'll have to stick with chasing down pigeons in my neighborhood.

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