pile on

hi every bloggie!

Lookies. I'm wearing my christmas present

from grampie and granne.  It's a Ruff Wear approach pack

Yeppers it's a backpack.  huh?

Momma started piling all kinds of things in it. 

Meanwhile she tried out her new walkies stick. 

Geez. I'm glad she has to carry something. 

You'd think the extra stuff would slow me down.

Nope.  Come ON!

Today we hit the Marble Hill Trail in Stow. 

(can you believe there wasn't any snow?)

Whoa. Wait. 

I heard bauwk bauwk. cluck cluck. 

Oh the trail is a conservation area found right behind an elementary school
and nestled in a residential area if you are wondering.

That house along the trail had chickens hanging out in their yard. 

Hmmmm. I bet I could put one in my backpack. 

I bet I could. Sweet. Pile on.

Oh that's when momma called me. 

COOOOMIIIINGG!  darn it. No chicken tonight. 

No worries. I can still fly. 

Hee hee I look like a super nordude!  a caped crusader!

A few spots along the trail, I noticed rocks piled on. 

Okay.. momma says I do this for like 500 zillion times...

Watch out. Dirt is a flying. 

Along the trail we saw even more rock pile ons. 

Sometimes the rocks are trail markers. 

I guess kinda like my kick back markings but for humans.

Hmm. But this pile on... I think they were just silly hikers

playing a game of trail JENGA 

Wait. I gotta an idea.
 I decided to make my own rock pile on with me!

Momma said that was ridiculous and stop being a jackass. 

Wait.. is that why I have this backpack?
She gave me that job... neener.