My sprained hock is a lot better now. Not getting to run around for 5 weeks was really hard. Mom took me on some walks after 3 weeks when the vet said she could. We went to the C&O Canal with my pack and I got trash for her and brought it back up to her. She put some of it in my pack. Getting the trash is fun! Mom is so pleased with me. We got to a camp where there was a lot more trash. She tried to tie 2 bags to my pack but they slipped and I got spooked and ran. Mom took them off of me and carried them herself. She had 4 bags and I had another in my packs. My pack isn't very big so it can't carry much. I get excited and pick up sticks too because I want mom to throw them for me but she tells me to drop them and get the trash.
|but in a good way|
We went again and got 6 bags of trash. Mom carried 5 of the bags but said I should have a bigger pack. The trash isn't heavy but it gets bulky - mostly bottles people are too piggy to carry out despite the rules. And the green pack slips off center. She ordered me a new pack and it came today - a large size but better designed than the one I had. It's a Mountainsmith. It was a bit big but mom got some clips to narrow the width of the back so it raised up a bit and the front strap goes across my chest instead of just above my legs. It has a strap that goes between my front legs too that should keep it from slipping.
Mom is thinking about getting me a little cart to pull. I would have to learn a lot of new things.
|New pack is a little big|
|Pack with clips to shorten a bit|