Cottonwood hike

I took the Lady and Man for a new walk, to Middle Cottonwood Creek. About three miles, I didn't think it would be a problem for them, we've been going on hikes every day, usually through the boring neighborhood. On the weekends, I can make them take me out for a longer walk. They have realized that I am calmer at night if I am worn out, so that's working. Nothing like going to bed tired. I go all the time without the neck-choking device they call a "leash".

Here's me, in front of course, as I am an Intrepid Leader.

The hike was grrrreat, but could have been warmer.

We were going along fine until we came to the BIG SCARY CREEK, a roaring torrent hellhole the Man says 'wasn't that bad, just shut up and get over here already. Big fraidy cat." So I tried it his way, and promptly fell in, submerged and was swept down water until I realized it wasn't that deep. I shook it off. Little did I know the horror that awaited around the next curve, when the water was even deeper and faster.

The man tried to carry me across a particularly slippery part, and was knee-deep in freezing cold water, and HE fell in and now has a big bruise on his butt. Hahahaha. We crossed the river eventually, and continued on our hike.

We arrived at a lookout point, where I was super close to the edge and the Man pointed to the ground far below and said it was "littered with cracked and shattered bones of other dogs who had gotten too close to the edge and had fallen over and then had to be eaten by bears." Whatever. I backed up. Let him have his little victory. I know they were just sticks, but they were terribly far down there.

So we came to the last bridge, and I made the Man carry me across the log, as by that time, I was tired and wet and wanted to go lay on the couch. Mission accomplished. Unfortunately, the Lady took a photo, which I am sure will be spread all over the internet.