There’s a new trail along the Seneca River, and my dad and I thought we would check it out while I was visiting. It’s very lovely, but not very long. And there are a lot of B’ville Diner cups. After the paved trail ends, things get kind of weird.
Hiking this weekend, I had an insight about myself and my pet. Zoe is very friendly and extroverted, and I usually think of us as opposites. I actually met her at an adoption clinic when I was there to visit a very shy and reserved dog who I thought would make a good match for me.
I’m shy and have a hard time interacting with and getting to know new people, but I bond and interact very easily with dogs. Zoe has a special ability to charm people and is not at all shy, but snarls and snaps at unfamiliar dogs when she first meets them if she’s leashed.
We’re both fine with our own species when we have an opportunity to get to know new people/dogs.
I went hiking again this Sunday, dragging myself up a boulder field because I was SO CLOSE to the top that I hated to turn back and give up. I am paying for it today, hobbling around like I’m three times my age and with aches in muscles that I was not previously aware existed.
This hiking problem of mine is really getting out of hand.