With those chores completed I decided it was time for Winslow and I to take our first walk of the season. It is a lovely trail behind our home, down a hill, around the pond, pass the stream and loop back up again. The birds were singing and there was a slight breeze. Next month this walk will be almost impossible. With May comes the arrival of Black Flies, Mosquitos and Ticks. You practically have to wear armour to keep yourself safe! Ticks have become a real problem in Maine. Winslow is a victim of Lyme's disease. A back paw limp turned into full paralysis over a short period of time. DH rushed him to the Emergency Animal Hospital as it was the Christmas Holiday and I happened to still be on the island. His kidneys had begun to shut down and it was a matter of wait and watch. Enough said, he survived, still thinks he is a big dog in a little body and is loved dearly. 
IN EVERY WALK WITH NATURE ONE RECEIVES FAR MORE THAN HE SEEKS.
IN EVERY WALK WITH NATURE ONE RECEIVES FAR MORE THAN HE SEEKS.JOHN MUIR
