It was supposed to be peaceful.
A quiet trail, a few birds, a chance to introduce Max to the great outdoors beyond the dog park. I packed snacks, water, and even his new no-pull harness that he hadn’t quite mastered yet.
The hike started well. Max trotted ahead, sniffing everything in sight, tail high, ears perked.
Then — we saw it.
A shallow stream crossing the trail. Peaceful, clear, kind of charming.
Until Max launched into it like it was his personal splash pad.
He rolled. He flopped. He belly-crawled like a war movie extra.
And when he emerged, he looked like a chocolate lab — except Max is a golden retriever.
I froze. He grinned.
He shook.
Mud. Everywhere.
My shoes? Ruined.
My dog? Ecstatic.
Thankfully, I had packed a microfiber dog towel in my hiking bag, which now lives there permanently.
And when we got home, his portable paw cleaner saved my car seats from a second round of destruction.
Would I do it again?
Absolutely.
Would I bring two towels and extra treats?
Also yes.
Hiking tip:
If there’s mud… your dog will find it.
And love you even more for letting him.