Ever since my blogging friend Bassa climbed up a mountain awhile back I’ve been wanting to climb a mountain. My person finally said it had gotten cool enough today so we could go. The mountain we climbed isn’t really a mountain – it’s a big rock called Sugarloaf.
My person got a little upset with me when she had to drag me away from the stuff I was sniffing. She said she was hoping I would pull her up the mountain. When we went back down I did try to pull her, but she wouldn’t go for it and kept walking at the same pace. A dog just can’t win.
At first I had fun sniffing all the new dog smells and didn’t care much about the scenery.
But I finally started looking around.
On the way back I had to cross a slippery slope.
Here are some pictures of Sugarloaf – the big rock we climbed.
When we got back home I was concerned for a bit. Scratchy didn’t want to climb the rock with us and he was hanging out at home. I was thirsty. What if he drank all the water in my water dish?