Back at camp, Dawg rests at his favorite spot (anywhere where his body is touching us).
Doggone determination. Dawg likes to retrieve sticks. I wondered what he'd do if I threw in something that didn't float and would be difficult to find. I tossed in a small rock, and well... watch and see what happens.
This was one of two spots Dawg loved near our camp. He could walk out from our plateau and perch himself on this rock to look down at the trail more than 20 vertical feet below. You could also see the river from here. Over the many nights we stayed here, only one hiker walked by, and Dawg made sure the entire neighborhood knew about it.
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