âFido, whatâs wrong?â
âI have never been so worn out in all my life!â
âBut it was just an overnight!â I said. âPiece of cake, old man.â
âYeah, well, so you say.â
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 Iâd figured.