Saintly Hike

Once again, the weather's been in the triple digits. Which means hardly any activity for The Canine Mafia. They've been driving me nuts (and rightfully so) for any kind of activity, but the minute we head outside, everyone collapses on the nearest shady lawn. The only way to let them run around without succumbing to the heat is to head to a much more cooler area.



And since all four of The Mafiosos were acting like devils, I figured what better way to repent than to take a hike to San Pedro Mountain.

"Let's go, gO, GO!" shout the Pugs.

"Ok, it's still kind of hot here," notices Bruno.

"But that's ok!
"Let's keep going all the way to the top!"

What are you doing Gino?

"Oh, nothing.
Just helping Vinnie spot wildlife caca."

"See any?" asks Vinnie.
"I haven't seen one iota of wildlife caca!
I'm going to have to write this hike off as a bust!"

Alright Vinnie, your tongue's getting kind of crazy. I think it's time for a water break.

In fact, I have to admit that I am guilty of not giving the dogs enough water breaks. It's one of my bad habits I am reminding myself to remedy. I figure that if I'm trucking along, they're doing alright also. But I'm getting better to remember to stop for plenty of water breaks.

Next step is to buy a bowl that won't drown the dog should she fall in. ;-)






Alright! We made it to the top! WOOT!






Obligatory group shot!