Taking the High Road

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

i took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

Thank you, Robert Frost!

20 Comments

  1. Dennis the Vizsla on April 11, 2010 at 9:58 pm

    I don’t think we have any less-traveled roads here in Southern California …

  2. Kari on April 11, 2010 at 2:13 pm

    that is my all time favorite poem

  3. Honey the Great Dane on April 10, 2010 at 6:48 pm

    Ooh! That is one of my human’s favouritist poems! Great post! 😀

    Slobbers,
    Honey the Great Dane

  4. Lorenza on April 9, 2010 at 11:15 pm

    Good choice!
    Kisses and hugs
    Lorenza

  5. Amber on April 9, 2010 at 10:15 pm

    Sometimes great things can be discovered on the road less travelled! 🙂

    Kisses,
    Nala

  6. Siku Marie, the White Dog on April 9, 2010 at 9:30 pm

    Mom loves that poem! She told it to me when I was tiny pup because I never liked to stay on the paths but instead wandered off on my own routes. Your hike looks beautiful…ledges and all!

  7. The OP Pack on April 9, 2010 at 8:43 pm

    Has Rusty been teaching Kiska his tricks?

    Woos – Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

  8. the pittie pack on April 9, 2010 at 6:11 pm

    oh we likey a lot
    we’s scared of the high’s but you look most magnificent up there

    we gave you a wardie on our bloggy post today
    please to come ck it out when you get a minute
    pibble sugars and wee wags
    the pittie pack

  9. The Army of Four on April 9, 2010 at 5:31 pm

    Ha roo roo roo! You two are great. Dave said that Robert Frost dude wrote some good stuff. I asked him if he wrote any Haik-woo and Dave said “no” — so how good could he be?
    Play bows,
    Zim

  10. jack a-roo & moo too on April 9, 2010 at 5:28 pm

    Those look like the perfect width for Siberian paws alright!

    jack a-roo & moo too

  11. Steve and Kat on April 9, 2010 at 5:02 pm

    I like walking on ledges too. It’s nice to be taller than Steve.

    Kat

  12. Emma Rose on April 9, 2010 at 3:40 pm

    Love it! He is quite an adventurer 🙂

    Kisses,
    Emma Rose

  13. AC on April 9, 2010 at 12:06 pm

    Love it! And Rusty looks like he knows he made the better decision.

  14. Houndstooth on April 9, 2010 at 10:44 am

    I love the poem by Frost! I think Rusty and Kiska have the right idea!

    You’ve converted my husband. He ordered the seatbelt harnesses yesterday!

  15. Matthew on April 9, 2010 at 10:19 am

    Walk on the edge, that’s how enjoy life.
    Mr. Taleteller

  16. Khumbu on April 9, 2010 at 10:03 am

    Rusty looks well proud of himself 🙂

    Khumbu does exactly the same, if there is a different route to be taken, it will be his!

  17. Sam on April 9, 2010 at 9:24 am

    Hmmmm… Your blog is coming out really funny to me – the font is very tiny and the pictures are scattered everywhere! LOL – I did find the pictures and the comment section though! I’ve always loved Robert Frost!

    Sam

  18. Mr Koda MD on April 9, 2010 at 4:23 am

    As you were…

    Koda MD

  19. Khyra on April 9, 2010 at 2:00 am

    FROST!!!

    *SIGH!*

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra

  20. Wild Dingo on April 9, 2010 at 1:27 am

    Um, it doesn’t exactly look less traveled to ME. Just sayin’.

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