We are all the way here in the magnificent Redwoods and it turns out that they love dogs less than Edmonds. We were kind of expecting this, but it still hurts. We love our dog more than is probably necessary or reasonable. For this reason we smashed her into our backpack and took her on the trail with us. Her little paws didn’t touch the forrest floor. We promise. Scout’s Honor. 
She was really into it. I think that she really would rather be carried anyhow. For the duration of our time on the trail she sniffed, gazed and pretty much let it all hang out, at least until we got back to the car. 
It was swift and quick to not move around with a short little dog needing to smell each and every leaf. We kept seeing other dogs left to sweat-it-out in their own cars. SO SAD. I get it. I do.
BUT wouldn’t it be cool to have an off-leash dog park at the head of each trail so at least dogs wouldn’t have to wait for their anxious owners to return? I know, I know, not the best idea, but I told Syd we’d try not to take her to any more National Parks unless there was a change.
I’m loving the impromptu doggie bjorn adventure! I bet Syd was in heaven!
Gawdern that’s a big tree!