Pet-Peeves: Dogs who don't like to play, puddles, walking in the rain, having a bath
Favorite Toy: Anything that squeaks!!! Snake tug toy, squeeky bone, empty water bottle
Favorite Food: oooohhh...I love peanut butter and dog cookies
Favorite Walk: ANYWHERE! But I really LOVE off-leash parks where I'm free to run full speed
Best Tricks: Hi-Five, leaving cookies on my paws without eating them, down at a distance, shake-a-paw
Arrival Story: My mom discovered my breed in a dog magazine and began her search for available puppies. It just so happened my sisters and I had just entered the world, and were available for adoption. So my parents came out to see me. I kept wandering over to my dad, who didn't really want a dog, but once he picked me up and I snuggled into his hands, he melted. I was brought home two weeks later! Like a lot of other dogsters, I'm their pride and joy!
Bio: My doggie dad, D'Art is a Canadian Champion, while my mom, Jazzy is a Canine Good Neighbour recipient! I hope to continue their award winning tradition in agility and flyball! I'm a sports nut.
The open trails, no leash in site, plenty to sniff...what could be better! Hiking is a pawesome way to not only get great exercise, but bond with your human as they practice recalls with you!
We went to a local trail that has a days worth of hiking trails, and picked a small loop to begin our hike! It was great, I was zipping through the trails, making sure to wait until my human caught up to me. The great things you see while hiking! Sniffing plants, marking trees, I even found a dead frog and attempted to roll in it's smelly goodness until I was interupted!
The Seaton Trail (where we hiked) has great hills to climb and gorgeous views once on top! Huge fields of tall grass to run through. My human commented that I looked like a gazelled leaping through the African savannah! It's exhilirating! What goes up, we must also come down, and down we go and find a creek where I can dip my feet to cool off, and take a sip to rehydrate.
So 8.5km later, as we're on our way out of the trail, I disappear into the brush. My human is calling for me...and I hear her, but have found something better to occupy my attention. But she persists on calling, so like a good dog, I come bounding out only to hear her say, "SIMBA! What have you done??!!!".
I found poop. I rolled in it, and possibly ate some of it. The evidence was still on my face. Ooops.
Needless to say, that kind of killed the warm fuzzy feeling my human was having about hiking with her dog. She was just happy she brought a towel in the car, for just such emergencies.
Guess who got a bath when they got home? But I still recommend it. Take a hike! Your dog will thank you. Maybe even with a romp in poop!