Hiking In The Fall
Mommy took me for a hike along the Appalachian Trail today. It was so nice to be outdoors. The weather was perfect. I love the fall. The leaves on the trees were dancing in the air and were all different shades of gray. Mommy kept me on a leash. That was not fun. She was worried that the big men with shooting sticks would mistake me for a deer. Those men must really need glasses. She had forgotten my over-sized orange shirt so she said I had to stay close to her. I still enjoyed being out among nature. Going downhill was lots of fun. I could hear mommy yelling “Slow down!” as I pulled her along. I think she was having fun because she hopped around the rocks like she frog. That is until she fell. I ran back to see what had happened. I think she was embarrassed in front of her friends because she looked at me sternly and let out “You have to stop pulling so hard!” She got up, shook herself off and we continued on. Now, uphill was a little exhausting. It felt like I was pulling a truck. I think mom enjoyed this even more than downhill. The fresh air sure helps clear my system. I pooped several times on the trail. Mom would pick it up in a baggy and hang the baggy on a tree next to the trail. She said she didn’t want to carry poop around and would gather them on the way back to the
car. If you ask me, I think she was afraid of getting lost and didn’t have any bread crumbs to mark the way back. Anyhow, I don’t understand why my poop had to hang from trees. The deer get to poop wherever they want. When we arrived at the shelter, everyone began collecting branches for me. How nice! There were some big ones too. I enjoy chewing on them. They make great chew toys. But then they put them in a very hot pit and I couldn’t chew them anymore. Sometimes, I just don’t understand humans. They cooked sausages over the hot pit and shared pieces of bread with me while they ate. Then I found the best sticks of all on the table. These sticks tasted like yummy sausages. Mommy said the standing on the table was bad manners so I worked so hard to get it off the table. When I finally got the stick on the ground it was time to go so I had to leave it for the deer. We hiked back to the car and I slept on the way back home. What a perfect day. Life is good.