Hey everyone,

My little dog Tommy (a Sheltie, of course) used to hike 14ers with me. When Tommy was pretty old, me, my sister, her husband, and some assorted friends went hiking up Grays and Torreys Peaks, and the group broke up a little. I kept going, assuming Tommy was with the crew behind me. And he was, for a while. Then he decided to go looking for me, and started back down the mountain - the wrong way - to find me. My brother in law had to go running quite a ways to re-orient the poor little guy! And then we all made it to both summits! Now that's a happy tail!