Yesterday evening, the Labraduo and I went for our sunset hike.
I always try to start in the sunshine on a south-facing slope where the golden rays cheer our spirits. At one point, I found the Duo on the opposite side of a gargantuan Ponderosa Pine that had fallen. I didn't call them but watched to see what they'd do.
R's approach was predictable. With no hesitation, he leaped the tree.
Isn't it funny that I was contemplating this same topic with regard to myself yesterday? It's not really so different for us or our dogs.
In any case, I still find myself wincing when K decides to hurdle a huge tree or leap straight off a towering boulder. But, I remember that wonderful vet's words about the "safe deposit box", and I let K decide what she wants to do.