By
George Shirk - Times News Editor
“Fido, what’s wrong?”
“I have never been so worn out in all my life!”
“But it was just an overnight!” I said. “Piece of cake, old man.”
“Yeah, well, so you say.”
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 I’d figured.
