Mountain Climber

Rachell watches her precious babe dog, Chester, as he pauses at the edge of the backyard he has explored for a number of years wondering what is on his mind. She sees him looking with a sweeping gaze right to left where the terrain begins to slope upward.

Her instincts tell her he is about to travel out of his regular wanderings, so she gets up from her wrought iron chair and moves in Chester’s direction.

“I’ve been playing here on the flat land for a while now,” Chester reminisces as he skirts the edge of Rachell’s garden area.

Her progress toward him is not fast enough. He takes off up the incline with Rachell chasing his every step up the slope in her backyard. She reaches Chester and scoops him up before he reaches the top of the mount. The hill behind her courtyard is a mountain to Chester due to its size. She carries Chester in her arms safely back to his play arena gently setting him down so she can rest a minute.

As if she is reading his mind, Rachell exclaims to Chester as he looks toward her for confirmation, “So now, we will call you Mountain Climber!”