catch me if you can

 We had to drive back to SLC on Sunday and wanted to both stop at Ray's Tavern for burgers and not get caught up in any awful Sunday evening traffic.  This left just enough time for Milton and me to do our Millcreek hike.  There were a coupld of other vehicles in the parking lot when we got there but once we started walking, we had the place to ourselves.  For a while anyway: we did the right fork and just as we'd gotten to the last place you have to cross the creek, this young brown dog came barreling up to us.  He and Milton looked at each other and then the brown dog raced away, with Milton in hot pursuit.  I said, I know that dog and sure enough, just across the creek was our neighbor Amelia, out giving Moscow his daily exercise.

I wish this showed how fast they were

I walked with her up to the first cowboy jacuzzis, which was as far as she had planned to go, as the two dogs chased and chased each other up and down the trail.  Milton is fast but Moscow, a couple years younger, is faster.  They're both rez dogs, though, so there was no barking, just joy and lots of energy being expended.  When Amelia turned back, Milt and I continued up the trail.  At the second pools, I heard the jingling of a collar as Moscow raced up to us again.  So we walked him halfway back until he took off.  He found us one more time - more racing, more chasing - until he disappeared back down the canyon for good.  At this point, Milt was pretty tired and there wasn't any need to go all the way up to the hitching post to try to wear him out for the drive north.  Clearly, chasing puppies is the cure for dogs with slight car anxiety.