May 2005. First hike with Gwynnie, my 2nd hike with a corgi. 9 miles, and they just quit. As I suspected: who would ruin a perfectly good hike by bringing a dog with 6" legs?
Then I discovered the sore that the chest harness had worn on her collarbone. Once I switched to my modified Martingale and relegated the harness to emergency belay use, I learned that you cannot outwalk a corgi.
2005? Only 53, and I'm already balding...