We've been introducing the puppy around, to the Cove, the beach, the lake, the oaks, the shade under the table at a nice cafe. So far, Walt has been a fan of it all, smiling and glad to be here.

Yesterday, though, he lost his little mind. Whether it was the promise of rain on the wind or the scent of deer on the trail, it's hard to say, but for the entire walk the little guy was a blur, racing ahead into the unknown, then racing back to make sure his humans were still there. (We were.)

Fleet is a word that kept popping into my head, the border collie part of him swift and sure-footed. He has such a sweet spirit, this little dog, such loyalty.

And a good dose of goofiness. A seriously great dog.