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Wildrose River Training Facility-Ozarks. Storm rising over Round Top Mountain. Photo by Cathy. #ozarks #storms #rivers #buffaloriver #arkansas #jasperarkansas #littlebuffaloriver #newtoncounty #ozarkadventures #buffaloriverfoundation @wildrosekennels


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @natgeo @natgeocreative @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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Grouped up! Thank you to the beautiful place that held our 2018 Wildrose Adventure Dog Expedition. Destinations: Hawksbill Crag (most photographed place in AR), Round Top Mountain, Little Buffalo River and Koen Trail. This weekend we awarded 5 Trail Rated badges and 2 Adventure Dog Certified badges. Way to go! #hawksbillcrag #koentrail #littlebuffaloriver #jasperarkansas #mountainlife #wildroseworkshops #wildroseway #adventuredog #wildroseadventuredog #wildroseexpedition2018 #wildroseway #wildrosepack #hikingwithdogs #bikingwithdogs #kayakingwithdogs #everythingwithdogs @mountainstandard


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Photos by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @natgeo @natgeocreative

Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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#Repost @natgeo (@get_repost)
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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#Repost @natgeo (@get_repost)
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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@natgeo photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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#Repost from @natgeo by @quicksave.app
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning. #InstaSaveApp #QuickSaveApp


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#mood of the day
#Repost @natgeo
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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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From @natgeo:
photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Cocoa down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Cocoa was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Cocoa, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Cocoa ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Cocoa finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, the neighbors said, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods #explorer #natgeo #photographers #writers

Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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photo by @randyolson | words by @neilshea13 — Larry said he did it all the time, walked Coco down a path behind the general store to the river and let him play. Nobody paid much mind. Normal to hear them crashing through the water, wrestling, like brothers. The guy who’d owned the store previously kept pit bulls, loud and mean, awful things, and so Coco was an improvement even if people had never seen such a creature before in the Ozarks. Larry called him a cinnamon bear, though the chest stripe suggested a land far more exotic, and in the mornings you’d find him sitting on the bench swing outside the store, straight-backed, folded paws, just another customer waiting for Larry to open shop. Imagine that—You come over early looking for coffee and find Coco, silent and watchful, like you hadn’t yet come all the way up from a dream. Larry kept him on a chain most of the time and used the stick not for hurting but for guiding. Suggesting. Keeping a little distance. On this day, though, the play turned bad and Coco ended up on top of Larry, pinning him to the bottom of the Little Buffalo, watching his air go. It was a great game—all those bubbles, the little arms flailing, the lousy stick floating downstream. When Coco finally let off, Larry slowly rose and stood there in the water, half-drowned and drooling. Eventually the two dripped back toward shore. There were chores ahead, customers waiting. Day was getting hot. Who knows what had passed between them or where things went from there.

#arkansas #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #bears #sunbear #bearsofinstagram #rivers #adryseason #watershedstories #new_haiga #wildcountry #backwoods @thephotosociety
Part of a series exploring the small stories that surround and connect us, and how we stumble through them—capturing, missing, and making meaning.


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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” •Rumi•

Instagram is such a wonderful platform and community in which we can search out others who have similar passions. I’ve stumbled upon some really amazing profiles/individuals who also share a desire to provide toxic-free homes, eat nutritious plant-based diets, and adventure out into nature. Who are your favorite Instagram savvy folks who also love all things green? By the way, Matthew could NOT refrain from a chilly “toe” dip in the Little Buffalo River 🌳 ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
#nontoxichome #nature #naturelover #buffaloriver #littlebuffaloriver #wildandfree #arkansas #outdoorlife #naturelovers #goingsomewheregreen #goinggreen #simplelife #greenery #toxicfree #toxicfreelifestyle #kidsinnature #plantbaseddiet #plantbasednutrition


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...it seems i need to express my insides more, of course only to feed my ego !!! thank you for loving me this year 🙏🏽 we are all, from simply to dramatically, from bliss to challenge, walking one another home. #bestof2017 #beofgoodcheer #vintagefashion @toddscarborough #80sfashion @honukailua #4wheelclub @rockandyogi #littlebuffaloriver #beebluff @estrellaevans31 #ladyluck @ladygaga #flowerdelivery #weddingannouncement { & now our celebration has changed } #youarebeautiful @picassocafe


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My thoughts are interrupted by John McKinnon, an #ecosystem support technician on our team who works in resource conservation. “Karl – #NyarlingRiver- right below us!” I look out the window and sure enough the #Nyarling, a river which is one of the first rivers you cross when driving from Hay River, is rushing below. It eventually drains into the #LittleBuffaloRiver, which I can see in the distance. We chat with the crew and pilot about his experiences as a helicopter pilot. We hear stories of his trips working in Los Angeles, California and #Vancouver, #BritishColumbia working on commercials with extreme heli-skiers in the #mountains.

A variety of lakes are up ahead of us and we begin to pass over the 60th parallel into northern Alberta. John is a stellar photographer, and his collection of wildlife photos has me stuck to the computer chair at the office plenty of times. He’s carrying a #NikonD5000 with an AF-S #Nikkor 18-200mm F/3.5-5.6 G ED attached. He also carries a separate HD camera with him. We’re able to fly open door for a time and that greatly saves my need for using the polarizer, though I still keep it on to give me some control with the glare off the lakes below. The blast of cool air assists in clearing away any airsickness one may develop.
It’s still a warm, clear day.


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#bigbeaver #castorcanadensis #littlebuffaloriver ...after witnessing the opportunistic brilliance of our furry neighbors, we researched their value to planetary ecosystems. toasting gratitude and cheer to these, now nocturnal, creatures...


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Home away from home. #arkansas #bostonmountains #littlebuffaloriver


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Gotta say that I'm a big fan of the @vibramfivefingers Best river shoes ever. #theozarks #arkansas #littlebuffaloriver #newtoncounty


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Fishing in the rain 🎣 #littlebuffaloriver #summer2017


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Yes I know, big deal-- glass o' water.. Our well, no treatment, no softener, clear as glass and delicious. Don't take anything for granted. #perrycountypa #juniataforest #littlebuffaloriver


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Two of of favorite friends to hang out with. Thanks Doug and Dana. #littlebuffaloriver


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One of my favorite places to be. #littlebuffaloriver


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Throwback to last May long weekend when @anglingaddy caught this massive Inconnu. Missing you this year but that just means more for me this weekend! I'll make sure to save some for next year.
Photo take May 21, 2016 at 11:28pm.
@fishonenergy @meppsspinners #FishOnEnergy #FECOCanada #LittleBuffaloRiver #FortResolution #GreatSlaveLake #NorthwestTerritories #GetOutdoors #Sheefish #Inconnu #WhiteFish #Mepps #CatchAndRelease #Fishing #Cousins #FishOn #VictoriaDay #CatchingWithChris #Spring #Fun #instagood #me #tbt


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The Wildrose Adventure Dog Retreat-2017 tackled the Ozarks this weekend...biking, paddling, hiking, shedding, among others. Alum Cove was a favorite🐾 Trail Rated & Adventure Dog Certified awards earned! #littlebuffaloriver #floatingwithdogs #buffaloriver #kayakingwithdogs #wildroseexpedition2017 #wildroseadventuredog #campingwithdogs #ozarks #mountaindog #roamingwithdogs #alumcove #buffaloriverfoundation #ozarknationalforest #wildrosekennels


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Adventure Dog weekend coming up! Hikes, floats & bikes we will do it all! Certification for Trail Rated awarded Sunday. #adventuredog #travelingwithdogs #mountiandog #ozarks #floatingwithdogs #buffaloriver #buffaloriverfoundation #kayakingwithdogs #littlebuffaloriver


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How high is the water mama? Overnight rains made the Little Buffalo River @wildrosekennels Training Facility-Ozarks roll this morning. #lifeontheriver #riverdog #gundogtraining #waterdog #adventuredog #ozarks #littlebuffaloriver #buffaloriverfoundation #wildroseozarks #britishlabs


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