We first met Ozzo with a pack of his equally joyful friends. They soon left us, but not Ozzo! He stuck around for the entire three hours. At first we dubbed him Jock, a very suitable name considering the bushveld we were surrounded by. Eventually however, after his epic slide down the side of the valley -while we took the ladder - we checked his name tag on his collar. OZZO.
It was reassuring having a very knowledgable new friend with us. He definitely had done this hike a good few times before. At one point we lost sight of the yellow footprints that were our path markers and so decided to follow Ozzo instead. We soon realized that a dog was not always the best navigation captain and Sarah took over after we saw that Ozzo was more interested in exploring than following a well-trodden path.
With the excellent navigation skills of Sarah the exuberant presence of Ozzo, we finally found our way back. Ozzo proved to be very faithful all the way to the end as he followed/led us all the way back to the car.
For three hours, we loved that dog.
Ozzo and Us - by Sarah and her wowow phone.
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