The poor dogs. It was so bloody hot for our unexpected hike, but they were real troopers. At every opportunity, they got a little ahead of me and collapsed where they could find shade . . . or dove into the underbrush at the sides of the road hoping to find water (which they never did).During this drought, the closest they got to cool water was this slough / mud pit about 1 mile from home that they went DIVING into. However, it was also at this point that I knew that even if someone happened to come by and offer us a ride, I couldn't take it because of the thick, black mud the dogs were now covered in! But, at least it gave them a cool reprieve for a minute or two! Poor pumpkins.
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