Duncan the golden retriever pup on our walk was like father I'm not stepping one paw on the bridge.

This morning around sunrise this bridge was an old railroad bridge where you walk across and the bridge and there is space between the ties. So I had to pick the chonk up both ways put him on my shoulders and walk across the railroad bridge and he was totally relaxed as I carried him across.

I put Dunc down on other side and we walked. You know dad I could fall through those gaps on the bridge into the stream through those ties and become deaded Dunc speak.

I just do not understand why our walks father have to be so extreme like climbing the Matterhorn life or death.