Central Utah. I am adjusting to some pleasant surprises from the 20 pound cockapoo/miniature poodle that I adopted in February of this year. I treat her as my sweet little girl, but in fact she is quite rugged. Especially her feet. She is going through a 'mid-life career change' and needs to learn about things she didn't experience in her former life in a Phoenix apartment. She loves to run to the edge of cliffs and to scare me into a near heart attack. It is hard for a human to look at things from a dog's point of view. After all, they are closer to the ground, have four paws on the dirt, and have sharp toenails. Let's zoom out on that last picture: At some point I have to stop being so over-protective of Q.t. π and trust in animal instincts. But that is tough when you visit places with sheer vertical drops of several hundred feet! My goodness, around my little dog I have become as sentimental and soft-headed as a doting grandpa. But what a service the littl
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