The new campsite that I told you about moving to in yesterday's post was a land of rock, including on the ground. The ground was mostly slickrock so the dogs had to wear their boots. Paw pads rapidly get sore from running on rock.
R has never minded boots because they mean "RUNNING!". Shyla always looks a bit uncomfortable in them. Look at how her front paws are turned to her right and her back paws are turned to her left, as if she doesn't quite feel her paws.
It's probably the most exotic campsite we know of, surrounded by boulders bigger than cars and huge cliffs. I adore spending time there.