The exact same thing happened to my dog and me on the Salish trail in Pacific Spirit Park between the Admiralty trail and Chancellor Boulevard in Vancouver, BC.
No hills to climb in my neighborhood, but I do live on the third floor of an old building with no elevator. So I go down and up three flights of a winding staircase at least two or three times every day. On good days I arrive back home in decent shape; on not-so-good days, I arrive huffing and puffing, but I always arrive, even when loaded down with shopping bags or a large bulky laundry bag.
mikenjanet 26 days ago
They ALWAYS do. Amazing how they do that.
ronaldspence 26 days ago
well Fred, the older we get the better we were…
sirbadger 26 days ago
Wait until you are older and all directions are uphill.
Kimmies01 26 days ago
It’s like walking up steep steps. They’ll get you all the time.
SheMc 26 days ago
Bummer, now you need to go down :)
juicebruce 26 days ago
Fred part of the reason why I go for a walk every day ! So Quarry Hills don’t slow me down :-)
sarahbowl1 Premium Member 26 days ago
Both of you are not getting any younger, Fred!
SusieB 26 days ago
At least it’s downhill from there
darcyandsimon 26 days ago
Ah, the good ole days!
Banjo Gordy Premium Member 26 days ago
I was 12 the first time I climbed Mt. Washington with fellow campers from East Waterford Maine.
dbrucepm 25 days ago
everything seems to be getting heavier as I get holder and the floor is much farther away when I drop something
GSD Mom Premium Member 25 days ago
You can always blame it on geologic processes, Fred.
pripley 25 days ago
But it was a good walk, Fred was happy to go, Mr. Dear didn’t get cranky and they both got good exercise…together. A good Sunday.
Rob Larson 25 days ago
The exact same thing happened to my dog and me on the Salish trail in Pacific Spirit Park between the Admiralty trail and Chancellor Boulevard in Vancouver, BC.
anncorr339 25 days ago
I am with you Fred neither one of you are getting younger
MarshaOstroff 25 days ago
No hills to climb in my neighborhood, but I do live on the third floor of an old building with no elevator. So I go down and up three flights of a winding staircase at least two or three times every day. On good days I arrive back home in decent shape; on not-so-good days, I arrive huffing and puffing, but I always arrive, even when loaded down with shopping bags or a large bulky laundry bag.