A favorite place of his when we walk into the field is the rock pile. He races up, has a look around, looks for "goodies" up there (like fox poop) then picks his way carefully down.
Looking off into the distance, with his favorite ball in his mouth. We had a lots of wolves here at 3:30 a.m. this morning, so was wondering if any the dogs on our walks would "pick up on them", but no-one seemed to. I always find it odd, they never seem to worry about the wolves howling in the night....raccoons, foxes....that's another story