My peeps like lots of sports, but I’m a little more particular. I love nordic skiing and snow shoeing. So do they, but they also down hill ski. I can’t go with them when they downhill, something about a chair lift that I’m not allowed on. I don’t understand why. When we go winter hiking, snowshoeing or nordic skiing I have my own boots. Kristina calls them my hiking boots. I could wear them downhill skiing. I can run fast on the snow and keep up.
My peeps wear all kinds of gear to go outside, so I know as soon as the helmets come out of the closet, I’m going to be left alone. First, I cry. I give my saddest whine.
Kristina ignores my cry and does up her chin strap.
I run in circles around her legs, I wiggle my tail, and go into a submissive pose.
Kristina puts on her mitts.
I run to the front window and bark.
Kristina and Matt get in the car. I’ve lost this time, but I’ll try again next time.
Just to rub it in, when they return home Kristina shows me the view they get while skiing. Pretty Pawsome, I have to admit.They are looking down at our house where I’m alone, hiding in the basement closet. Being alone can really suck.
Maybe someone could invent downhill skis for dogs. Then I could go too.
Have you have tasted fresh water, right out of a creek? It’s awesome. I’m on my hike, making sure my human get some exercise, and look what I find. The water is cold and rushing across my feet. I think the supply is endless. Sometimes life is confusing. I have no idea where the water is coming from. At home, Kristina fills my bowl, so who is filling this creek? I think about this great life question and realize I don’t care. Just bring it on.
Everyone should drink from a creek every day. It’s the secret to life happiness 🙂
Hiking in the forests of the Purcell Mountain Range is pretty exciting. I’m doing my best to be a good off leash dog, but sometimes I get carried away and chase a squirrel. Kristina is all worried about me chasing a bear or a deer or a coyote. As if I would ever do that. We all know I’m not very brave.
I love cold water, and here I get to drink right out of a mountain stream. I’m not allowed near the big river. Apparently the current is too strong for me.
But Chica, a yellow lab who used to live with my humans, got to go in the big river. I guess she was stronger than me.
She would also bring sticks back to my humans when they threw one for her. Me, not so much. I like to watch the sticks float away.
I think I’m going to love living in the mountains.