Monday, we finally made it back to the mountain since moving. We tackled one of the longest hikes Paris has to offer, the six-mile loop to North Lake and back.
If you are at home wondering why Elsie has the pack and not Maggie, congrats to you for being super observant. And for you, we have an answer, which is like a prize just less fun for some…
Elsie, turns out, needs a bit of direction / a job to be a well-behaved puppy on the trails. That is not to say she is bad without it, she is just a bit mischievous with all her bounding energy. Giving her a pack kept her with the family, focused on the trail, and overall a much more pleasant puppy to hike with – given six miles are difficult when you have to yell “Elsie, back!” or “Elsie, too far!” every ten steps.
Gyla is not a new addition to our furry family. Although I do love her and think she is adorable, we are quite full at our house. (As I am sure you would agree.) Gyla is my mum’s dog.
(My mum is the wonderful woman in grey in the pictures and the man in red is my incredible step-father. He never ceases to put a smile on mum’s face and for that we all love him.)
When you look at these smiles from all those involved, you can only wonder what took us so long to get out of the house and back to the mountain.
I have a lot of excuses about moving, but the truth is there are always excuses. I need to be more intentional about taking the family out. We have all very clearly missed going out as a family and will work to be out on the trails more often.