For the dogs, our van trips are a chance to loaf around not doing much, but with the thrill of new smells wherever we stop. I am sure they don’t care whether they’re on the move in the van or walking familiar trails at home. So long as we’re all together, that, I am certain, is what matters most. To the dogs, and us.
For us to go south in August makes little sense. But that is what we did last week.
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