After three days on the road, Jennifer gladly veered off the path to follow the sound of a small river. The water was clear and laughed over the rocks in the river bed. She sat down and Brody sat on her lap as if he were a small puppy. She groaned and tried to shove the 80 lb dog off her. Finally, she managed to persuade him to lay down next to her and she tugged off the boots.<br/><br/>Her poor feet were pocked with blisters and she thankfully sank them in the cold water. Yesterday, she had "borrowed" a tarp from a very cluttered backyard at a trailer park. Tonight, she and the white pitbull would camp out close to the river. She had managed to "borrow" some garden produce from there too. She figured the family dog would not miss his hambone with the pink meaty clumps. Brody would enjoy it.<br/><br/>"Boy, you are going to have to start hunting for yourself. I'm afraid you are going to starve with what I can provide you."<br/><br/>The dog gave her face a swipe with his broad pink tongue. Jennifer laughed,<br/>"Well, I guess my face is clean now."<br/><br/>The weather was dry although the mornings were very foggy. Jennifer was glad of that, because she had to let her feet recover before she could go another step farther.