I took Raz and Zane hiking along the brook by Storr’s Ski Hill in Lebanon yesterday. When we started off Raz was on the leash, pulling forward, while Zane was holding my hand, pulling backwards. Eventually they’ll both move at the same speed or I’ll just quit being the middleman. It was pretty chilly so Zane was all bundled up. Maybe this gave him a greater sense of protection as he spent a lot of time jumping and falling and crashing and laughing. Oh, and eating snow. He also really wanted to go climb the big rocks on the water’s edge. We’ll have to change his middle name to Danger. Here’s a photo from the waterfall area.