â€śFido, whatâ€™s wrong?â€ť
â€śI have never been so worn out in all my life!â€ť
â€śBut it was just an overnight!â€ť I said. â€śPiece of cake, old man.â€ť
â€śYeah, well, so you say.â€ť
Fido walked to his dog bed and more or less dived into it, like a locomotive that has jumped the tracks. Nose first, cloud of dust, then silence. In no time, he was snoring.
As for me, I was a little tired after our first overnight in the mountains, but nothing out of the ordinary.
For Fido, though, his first overnight backpacking adventure was more of a strain than Iâ€™d figured.