Vacation Number One continued

If you know much about us, Saint Bernard dogs, you are probably aware that we are not cheetahs. Cheetahs are fast. We aren't. Some people think it's a sign of laziness, but what they don't realize that being observant and contemplating a lot is actually a sing of intelligence.

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.

I had to be on guard though, this time to protect the truck.