This past weekend (9-11,) I met up with two people I had been speaking with for several years online. We are all members of a German Shepherd message board. One was from Auburn, and the other was from Tallahassee, FL. I drove down from Powder Springs, and we met up at Sprewell Bluff in Thomaston, Georgia on the Flint River.
She took delight in rolling around in the mud, more like a "pig" bull than a pit bull. Then again, women in Atlanta pay top dollar for high-quality mud baths. Gidget got one for free.
Have no fear. She was a-okay, and once she realized that the rest of the group was moving down the shore to water that was a little clearer, she was revived back to "life."
While Annabelle and Koda would play in the river, Grimm would charge down off the shore to play with them. Unfortunately, they were both scared of his size and his huge manly-man head, and they would stop what they were doing and walk away. Poor Grimm, the only dog he really got to play with was Gidget.
We went hiking to the top of the bluff and back down. By the time we got back down (pre-swimming,) I became light-headed, nauseated, and overall feeling as though I would pass out. Heat cramps, I'm sure, and I didn't eat a big enough breakfast either :(
Fortunately, we all had a blast, but I was grateful to get back in the AC, but not nearly as grateful as being able to get home and relax.