We hiked some rough trails these past couple of weeks. My people carried big, heavy backpacks but thankfully I didn't have to carry anything (too short).
One of the trails was called the Continental Divide Trail - it was really windy up there - not at all good for my hair.
I like hiking with Uncle Chris because I get to eat a lot of beef jerky.
There were a few times that we stayed on the mountain overnight. Out of those big backpacks they were carrying, my people pulled out a GIANT kennel for me, set it up with poles and stakes and rain flaps and screen doors and everything, then they put in some soft, comfy sleeping gear and I was all snuggled in for the night...but then my people (Paul & Jeannie) unzipped the kennel and got in with me.
Are you kidding? What kind of deal is this? Uncle Chris got to have his very own kennel, and I have to sleep with my people? They said something about if I wanted my own kennel, I had to carry it up the mountain myself (too short). There were a few nights this happened and I was a little put out at first, then I discovered that when the temperatures dipped into the 30's, it was pretty nice in that big kennel with big, warm people.
I promised that I would not chase after marmots, mounain goats, chipmunks, elk, deer, coyotes, foxes, mountain lions, bears or anything else, but they still wouldn't let me off the leash. I even pretended to be asleep, but they didn't fall for it. Damn.
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