For weeks now, we’ve been meaning to join the Hiking Greyhounds group at Wawayanda State Park. These grey owners hike every Sunday at 9 a.m., but we’ve had various reasons (read: made various excuses) not to join them. This weekend, we figured, was likely the last one for great foliage, and wouldn’t be so cold that we’d be dissuaded from rejoining the group again.
So at 8:30 this morning, we drove out to the park, joined our fellow grey owners (many of whom we’d met before), put Rufus’ coat on, and got walking! I forgot to keep track of which trails we walked (Hoeferlin and Black Eagle, and maybe part of the Appalachian Trail), but I’m pretty sure we covered about 2.5 miles over 80 minutes. I’d never taken Rufus on an hour-plus trek before, but he never flagged, which means I’m just an overcautious ninny.
Since we got him, we wondered why Rufus only ran 8 races in his career before he was cashiered and kicked onto the rescue circuit. A common note from several of his races was “collision on first turn.” During the walk today, we realized that this wasn’t limited to the racecourse; Rufus spent so much of his time bumping into the other dogs, we nicknamed him the Supercollider.
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