Time to Retrieve

Cosette was driving me bonkers this morning.  I can't blame her too much, as she's got a good case of cabin fever.  It's as if some portion of her brain becomes overloaded and her synapses just start neurotically twitching, and screaming, "MUST JUMP AROUND AND ACT LIKE A LUNATIC" which then is transmitted to her back, her head, her paws, you get the drift.  Basically she's a whirlwind of black and energy if she has not been out for a good afternoon of activity. 

After I emerged from work, I determined it was HIGH TIME to get out of the building and get out to a trail.  The wind had calmed down, and although it was cold enough to still freeze nipples off, it was pleasant enough to venture out.

Quiz:  Can you spot the 5-year old?