A tired dog is a good dog
Today I took the dogs over to run a trail. I'm more of a road runner and usually end up falling and ending up bloodied whenever I try to run a technical trail. But it was sunny and about 60 degrees. That's not that warm but for short-nosed, big boned dogs like Sisko it sure is! So a slow run in the woods was where it was at. I came THISCLOSE to wiping out once but managed to get my feet under me before tumbling to the turf. And - quite unintentionally - Booker swam for the first time. It scared the crap out of both of us. We were nearly done and there was a path down to the water where people go to fish. We headed down and Sisko and I were standing on the rocks as Sisko was carefully looking for a place to wade in to take a drink and I heard a SPLASH! I turned around and saw that Booker had fallen in and was completely submerged! Before I could even run over to him, instinct took over and he surfaced and quickly paddled back to the s...