It has been surprisingly cool the last couple of days ... as in 90 something. Rarely do I ever take Cooper out for a drive unless it's to the vet. Lately however, he's been rather attached to my hip, so I thought a nice drive out to the Wildlife Refuge was in order. Big mistake on my part.
He was so excited to get going, I could hardly put the leash on. He's all about tracking everything that ever stepped foot in his front yard. When we headed for the garage, he put on the brakes pretty quickly.
Nevertheless, I stuffed him in the truck and off we drove. He cowered in the seat before snuggling up with the seatbelt right next to me. Once out in the country, I pulled him over to my lap so he could look out. That worked for about 30 seconds until his face turned green. Hmmmmm maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
With irrigation season in full swing, I thought the refuge would be flooded, meaning there would be birds hanging out ... SOMETHING anyway. Nothing ... there was nothing. No water, no critters. We cruised along very slowly so Cooper could stick his head out the window.