It's been really hot here. They've been saying on the news that it's too hot for anybody to go outside. Even at night it's been hot enough to put blisters on your pads. On top of that, it's been rainy and we've had some terrible thunderstorms. This makes for great snuggling with Mom time, but it's not so good for a girl to stretch her legs.
Finally yesterday, it was a nice, decent summer day. Mom called Dad and told him it would be a good night to go for a hike and he agreed. So, we got our stuff all packed up and headed to Farmdale Park.
Dad: It's about time you started carrying your own poop!
Me: What?! I carry it, inside my tummy, until it's time for YOU to carry it!
Dad: Not anymore, Puppy Girl!
Me: MOM! Did you hear that? There's no way I am pooping on the trail! I refuse to carry that stuff! It's disgusting! No way am I carrying Blueberry's, either!
Mom: He's just kidding! You're carrying a water bowl and two small bottles of water for you and Blue. We'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from pooping on the trail, though. Nobody wants to carry your poop!
Me: Whew! I'll think about it, Mom, but I can't promise anything! Actually, I'm so relieved, I feel like I could make a run to the powder room right now.
Well, after that little bit of joviality on Dad's part, we got our gear and got into the van. Before we knew it, we were at the park. I hopped out and headed out on the trail. As we were walking along, it occurred to me that everbody expects us dogs to pick up our poop, but horses can just leave big piles of it all over the trails. I think that's a bit unfair, although horse poop is fun to roll in, according to Blueberry. Alas, I digress.
We walked out on the trail until we got to the creek. Because of all the rains recently, the creek was up pretty high. Mom and Dad said we weren't going to go across it tonight. It was really muddy on the main trail, too, and so Mom took a side trail. Soon, we were at a spot where we could get down to the water.