Romeo was 13 when I took that photo. He went 10 miles that day and it was pretty cold. He was a trooper. He had hiked up there 19 miles a day at times and loved every second of it. He was a climber, a back backer, a mountain bike chaser, my ears and on some cold nights a blanket. Shelties are not lap dogs!
I don't have enough time to tell everyone about all he did across the United States with me. He was my best friend for 14 years. We did that stuff in the photo for 14 years. It was warmer sometimes but he didn't like the heat much.
When I die...
If dogs don't go to heaven send me to hell and send St. Peter my regards. Tell him I went looking for my dog.
Thanks everyone for the thoughts!
- jitter