We hiked Redwood Regional yesterday. What a perfect hike: clean, green air, crisp cool weather (not too hot, not too cold). Misty had a blast finding the biggest branches she could haul, prancing about like a show pony. She even attempted to drag an entire downed Redwood. Big thinker in a little body.
I bought a bottle of “natural” flea and tick spray for the hike. It cost almost $17.00 and stank up a headache but hopefully it works. If you ever use this stuff I would recommend bathing your dog after you finish hiking because if the smell bothers a human this much I can only imagine what it does to the sensitive olfactory organ on a dog.
I also discovered that Misty is not Lassie. I slipped in the clay-like mud and fell with a resounding thump flat on my back. Instead of showing grave concern and trying to help her “great master” out of danger, I could swear she was laughing as she hopped all around me, adding little paw-shaped prints to the giant smears of mud on my once-pristine clothing. Maybe it was payback for calling her a mudpuppy.
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