The place I’d hope to run rapidly morphed from cart road to woodland path with topography so hilly that it made for poor dog running terrain.So we went back to the larger road. After all that steep uphill, by the time I took this shot, Mak was already hot and slowing.He was very happy to drink half the brook. He drank enough that I became nervous about gastric dilitation volvulus so we sat a bit to let the water clear his gut.By the time we were back at the truck we’d been at it for about 70 minutes. Not a bad initial foray for a 10+ y.o. pooch.