Soledad Canyon

The weather yesterday was just right for being outside, and so Herself, Beloved Husband, and Offspring the Third visited Soledad Canyon.  It was an easy trip, just a bit over an hour's drive away, with decent trails that were not too strenuous. The trails covered typical desert terrain.  It was a quiet environment that was clearly enjoyed both by wildlife and humans: the trails were sprinkled with deer scat as well as the occasional desiccated pile of horse manure.  There were other hikers, but it was not crowded.  All in all, a pleasant place.  And it was Tiny Dog's first hiking adventure.

Although Herself does not usually use pink things, she outfitted Tiny Dog with a pink harness and leash -- if Tiny Dog were to become lost, she would be most easily spotted wearing such a bright color against the dull desert terrain.  Tiny Dog does not at all enjoy wearing a collar or harness, and she was a bit anxious when equipped.  Nevertheless, once they were on the trail, Tiny Dog found her equanimity.  She marched onward with purpose and interest, climbing over rocks that were rather large compared to her wee little legs.  Ears up, tail up, sniffing the breeze.

She did remarkably well indeed.  Only towards the very end of the trail did she need to be carried, when she developed a small bleeding cut on one foot.  Even then she did not cry, but merely held that one foot up in the air and attempted to keep going.  Brave Tiny Dog.

Afterwards, she had a snack, she had a drink, and then she slept, exhausted, for the late afternoon and evening.

Good girl, Tiny Dog.