Well, Sunday was supposed to be a rest day for me after my long run of 6 miles on Saturday. But Michael decided it would be a good day to take the dogs (who says I am kidless?) hiking up at Pilot Mountain. Since he doesn’t normally advocate taking the dogs out in public (not sure why), I agreed to take the trip.
We headed out early to try and beat the heat (and avoid the chance of afternoon thunderstorms). The dogs seem to know that something special was happening. Michael really lured me into the trip by promising to stop at Dunkin Donuts (COFFEE ROLL!). Here we are in the car.
The hiking went very well. Solo attacked the steps and hills like he had found his inner athlete. Annabelle was her normal, peppy self.
I promise not to spend too much time on this blog talking about the dogs. There are other places to do that. But this was how we spent our Sunday. It beats soccer games, birthday parties or homework.