As we sprint along on the Discovery Trail, I often hear the words “that’s a working dog,” from those we pass. Shadow loves to pull. I’ve been fighting her for nearly two years now, as we walk. Finally, I’ve decided to relent and let her pull all she wants. It’s been a rush (or should I say Mush?) like nothing her or I have ever felt before.
who knew a dog would love to run full-speed with its dad peddling a recumbent trike in tow. More about this some other time. For now, just know she is enjoying a day off, laying in the frozen stuff she was raised in back in Wyoming.
Today the snow has found us under the sunny BLUE HOLE of the Olympic Peninsula. It’s keeping us off the trail for the time being, but hey, it’ll be gone in a few hours … and so will we.