This is the creature who secretly writes my books.
Echo was a rescue dog, and the cliche is true: we do often wonder who saved who.
He’s part border collie, part who-knows-what. Fifty pounds, 17 months old, and faster than email.
He’s great off-leash and we walk miles together every day, almost never in the neighborhood or on leash.
It’s a great thinking time for me. Often, I never say a word. If I clap my hands, he comes running. It’s kind of cool.
Some random shots, mostly from this winter, taken along the Hudson river, an Albany golf course, and a couple of other spots. We’ve got about 8-10 different routes we usually take.