We saw a bald eagle.
We saw all of the burned-black trees from the High Park and Grey Rock fires this past summer. But most importantly, I got to go swimming in freezing cold rivers. We hiked part of the Blue Lake trail, on which dogs are allowed to be off-leash if under voice control. The mama and the papa let me off-leash just before we walked alongside the river, which was about 12 feet below us. The drop-off didn't phase me - I made a beeline for the water and started to slide down the bank (which was at about a 70 degree angle). Before I could get very far, though, the papa grabbed me and pulled me back onto the trail. Eventually they let me get in the water.
Eventually.
And after I got out of the water, I was a wild dog! I ran all over the place and wanted to keep walking for miles and miles. When we came up to a shallow spot in the river again, I ran so fast into it that I yanked the leash out of the papa's hands. He was worried about me getting into the rapids, but I was all like, Listen guys, I KNOW how to swim. But then I went into the deep part of the river, and I was like, whoa, you were right, this current is a little fast for me. So I stuck to wading.
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| I cannot be trusted around water when off-leash. I am a bad dog. |
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