billski
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My parents old, long-gone-now dog gave me a good story. I can't be the only one out there. Stories, anyone?
On a whim after graduating college (back in the pre-cambrian age) I grabbed the family dog, my pack and went backpacking in the Greens. The dog, a mutt half-breed between a husky and a spaniel (go figure) was a big old paw. She was game for just about anything I did. Now this day was different. She enjoyed the car ride tremendously and couldn't wait to get out and going.
Arrived at the trail head right about dusk, there was about a mile of hiking to the site. I pull the pack on, and start walking. I stop after about two minutes and see that she's waiting there by the car. In the dark. I call her, nothing. I call again and again. Nada. I go back and get her. C'mon! I shout and she dutifully joins the parade. About a minute later, I see her sitting mid trail, behind me, motionless. Again. C'mon! nothing. Back to her, let's go, she moves again. The same thing happened about seven time. Then I realized what happened. As soon as she got behind me, all she saw was a pack with legs. Would not move. Pulled out some rope, and had to LEASH her, in the last place in America it was necessary. As long as she as astride me she was fine.
When we got to camp, I wanted her to sleep outside the tent, but she insisted on being inside. What a wimp! Early in the morning I awoke to the sound of something pretty big walking around the campsite, breathing heavy. Oh s### I thought. I hope the dog isn't so scared she's gonna start barking. Lucky for me, she just snuggled up next to me and wouldn't move. In time, whatever it was sauntered away. I let her outside the tent to do her sabbatical and in the morning sun she delighted in chasing chipmunks around the tent.
Got a good one?
On a whim after graduating college (back in the pre-cambrian age) I grabbed the family dog, my pack and went backpacking in the Greens. The dog, a mutt half-breed between a husky and a spaniel (go figure) was a big old paw. She was game for just about anything I did. Now this day was different. She enjoyed the car ride tremendously and couldn't wait to get out and going.
Arrived at the trail head right about dusk, there was about a mile of hiking to the site. I pull the pack on, and start walking. I stop after about two minutes and see that she's waiting there by the car. In the dark. I call her, nothing. I call again and again. Nada. I go back and get her. C'mon! I shout and she dutifully joins the parade. About a minute later, I see her sitting mid trail, behind me, motionless. Again. C'mon! nothing. Back to her, let's go, she moves again. The same thing happened about seven time. Then I realized what happened. As soon as she got behind me, all she saw was a pack with legs. Would not move. Pulled out some rope, and had to LEASH her, in the last place in America it was necessary. As long as she as astride me she was fine.
When we got to camp, I wanted her to sleep outside the tent, but she insisted on being inside. What a wimp! Early in the morning I awoke to the sound of something pretty big walking around the campsite, breathing heavy. Oh s### I thought. I hope the dog isn't so scared she's gonna start barking. Lucky for me, she just snuggled up next to me and wouldn't move. In time, whatever it was sauntered away. I let her outside the tent to do her sabbatical and in the morning sun she delighted in chasing chipmunks around the tent.
Got a good one?
