Today was a day for cross training. We all headed up to Michaux State Forest to do a little hiking. While I didn't discover that I was an aquatic machine until later in my life, I've been hiking since I was a pup. In fact, if there's one thing I was born to do, it'd be hiking. Not only do I get my exercise in, but I'm free to roam without the torture devices and leashes of city life.
I'm the guide dog. I lead the pack and clear the trail of dangers like squirrels, chipmunks, deer (which require chasing off trail), and the occasional snake. My mileage is usually double that of the humans since I have a strict "no hiker left behind" policy. I run just far enough ahead before turning around to make sure everyone's on their way. Here's some footage of me heading back to do a sweep.
We did a 6.1 mile loop. You might note the odd shape of the loop. That loop at the top wasn't really supposed to happen. I took over navigating duties after that mishap.
After the hike, we stopped by the reservoir for a little swimming. I was pooped, so it was short.
Shout out to Big Al. Despite his age, his fluff, and his lack of base fitness, he toughed it out with only a few on trail protests.
Edit to Add: We got doggy ice cream when we got home. yum!
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Big Al "Everyonrs Pal" was resting up ,so he beat you to the food bowl.
By the length of your tongue hanging out, you aren't in as good a shape as you pretend to be.
What did Mom look like?
Guinness disagrees with Steve W. He says he's trying to work back into Keaton's shape, but Mom keeps leaving him behind for her long workouts. I believe his actual words tonight were: "I mean really - when did I say I didn't want to run for 2.5 hours?"
Keaton hasn't run a total of 2.5 hours in the past five years.
Correction I meant Alex.
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