The last month has been really tough so I was in danger of having my own system shutdown besides our computer (or better said, all technological devices in our house). So Gregor decided to take me and The Waffle for a short break in Bovec. There we wandered around, enjoyed the fresh air and most of all, unburdened from our everyday lives and worries. Sambo got better too – last week Sambo had some digestion problems for a couple of days and didn't want to eat almost anything, so he nearly slimmed to his former body weight – he got to 25,6 kg and was almost as skinny as until three years ago. In Bovec the situation got back to normal again, which meant that his spirits were also high and above again (before it showed that he wasn't his 100% self, even though he was still hyper compared to the majority of the doggie population). Yesterday we went for a slightly uphill walk near water-storage lake and Sambo decided to assimilate to the mountain environment and pose for a chamois. We were walking on a path cca 1m wide, there was a rock wall on our right and on our left… well, nothing for two metres and then a steep slope, half rocky, half with trees. Sambo zoomed back and forth with his twiggly legs and explored the terrain.

When we finally turned back the Geriatric Waffle ran ahead merrily in his TM working trot and I started explaining something to Gregor. Sambo looked back at us right in the moment when I swinged with my arm through the air, which he apparently translated to himself in agility terms, meaning that he should move left. The thing is that we were on a narrow track that about 20 m ahead of us lifted up and joined the above mentioned path, so there was a practically vertical wall a bit over 150 cm high on our left. But he didn't bother too much with it, a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. If you have to go left, you go left. While I was talking I saw Sambo trotting steadily in front of us. Then I saw a piece of moss, flying off from the middle of the wall. Then I saw Sambo, running at the same speed on the walking path above us. Not even 200 m further on a narrow trail appeared on the right of the paved path and lowered onto the slope beneath us. Sambo went down it, of course, finding himself two metres below us and sniffing the ground happily. For a minute or so he was really enjoying it, but then he didn't find it as amusing as before; he wasn't beside us, so he started whining and looking how could he get back to us again. I saw that the slope lifts a bit 20 m further on and that he could get up to us there. So I told him to go (on ahead of us). He interpreted it as if he had to go to us (upwards). This time he wasn't even running – from the same spot, standing on a slope, he pushed off, came with his front feet over the edge and pulled himself up on the path. A shake of the coat, a smile towards us and he was good to go. I don't know why I even wonder anymore…

There you have it, this was our trip to Bovec and now we're off for a walk (and by the way I'll take a look if he's hiding a blue and red cape in his kennel…).