Paw Prints In The Mud.

I was out taking a few photo's while walking the dog the Sunday morning before we were supposed to start feeling the effects of Hurricane Irene. We had received quite a bit of rain that week and the ground was already wet. Down by the waterfront was busy with folks getting a last good dag walk in before the deluge. There was a puddle that had just finished being dried off by the building wind and one brave canine adventurer couldn't resist marking his or her territory by walking straight up the middle of the ten foot length of sticky gray soup. It was just firming up good when Nalin and I came along with the camera.