Callie turns to be sure I'm following. The river bank is at the end of this dirt road.
Callie had her ninth-and-a-half birthday last week. In February, she'll be a ten year old dog. She's doing alright in the heat, still willing to go on her walks in the hot afternoons. But in the evening and at night she stays down on the ground level tile or on the travertine staircase where it's the coolest.