last of the autumn leaves and wayward dogs

I was taken for a walk by young Gibson and Sir Ghetto yesterday.  They said I needed to stretch my legs, and added that my lungs could use a little work out, which must have been why they insisted on running away at every bend and forcing me to yell like a madwoman until they returned.

The joys of country living ...

I took my camera - of course - and when I wasn't screaming at my companions I clicked away, at the trees and also at the ground.  You may remember that  I get a bit mesmerised by the patterns of the autumn leaves.

 So I happily followed the dogs around, and let them choose our path, according apparently to what smelt the most alluring ...so chic ...  as I was saying, the joys of country life!

 Now you see us ...

 now you don't ....

Surely I'm not the only one to be manipulated by the four legged members of their family?  Tell me please ...