I promise this is my last hiking post…can you tell hiking is kind of a rare thing for me? As I shared yesterday, when we arrived at our trail, there was a “No Pet” sign, but since our dog is more of a person than a dog, we thought, “surely this doesn’t apply to us!”
While little Neely handled it like a champ, the trail was far from dog friendly. Each time we got to a difficult part, I would say, “I guess there was a reason they said, ‘No Pets.” Eventually, we reached a point where we couldn’t go any further with our fury friend, so we had to call it a day.
There was a reason the wonderful park rangers made the trail pet-free—not to ruin everyone’s fun, but for protection from what we were unable to see.
All of my life, I’ve had problems with rules and authority. Simply put: I hate people telling me what I can and can’t do (just ask my seasoned mother). But, what I fail to understand is that rules aren’t made to hurt us, they’re in place for our benefit. (Except maybe signs in fountains that say “no swimming,” I just don’t see how that’s helping me…unless they’re saving me from public embarrassment).