Yeah, I don’t know how actual dogs do it. Fur that you can’t take off? Trying to stay cool just from sticking your tongue out? Nah. I’m good. Had to get more miles in than I originally planned for when I drew this route, so I doubled back a couple times, including to retrieve my Gatorade. Can you at leash see what the drawing is? I had seen a location on the map that just said “Doggy Pit Stop.” And by dog that’s exactly what it was. AND THERE WAS A SQUIRREL!!! I stayed human and kept going to the human restroom, though. (Crazy how dogs and humans drink from each other’s toilets… Think about it.) The front-leg fur was off after mile 4, and the cone and everything else stayed on a rock for a final mile or so. It wasn’t horrendously hot yet, and the cloud cover was terr-ruff-ic, but it was hardly fit for man nor beast.
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