OK, where was I? Oh, yes..., that. Mom and Sammy went around the hill, and I stayed behind. When I turned around, they were gone, so I panicked and ran to look for them. I was standing on top of the hill, and they were about 10 yards below. So I carefully started to descend down the hill. I made a couple of steps, and suddenly heard mom loudly saying, "No, Lancelot, stay there!" I thought she was upset that I didn't come right away, so I thought, "Oh, I see. If I go down faster, mom will be happier". I started making bigger steps, but all of a sudden I felt the front of my body shifting forward and I wasn't on my paws any longer! I was in fact rapidly moving down the hills, head over hills. Ouch, ouch, ouch! I think I am not moving any longer... CAN I move? I tried to get up. EVERYTHING hurt! Mom came and was very-very concerned. And I felt awful that I didn't listen to her.
Needless to say, I didn't do much for the rest of the trip. My dad took my crate with us so I either lay in my crate or in the back of our truck while everyone was exploring the surroundings.
