I bring back from the Himalyas the memories of being with my friend who trekked over 35 km along with me, over the rocks, over the narrow and slippery paths, across the meadows. When I reached the 'base camp 3' others told me my dog was there. I called for him and he made a dash to hug me. He was there with me till the end and we celebrated success together at the summit. In these mountains where there was none you could share your heart with, the doggus being there for me made up for everything.
At 14,000 ft above the ground. I share my moment of achievement with him.
Dodital, 'Base Camp 3'
My Dogu's much reserved friend
Resting after a hard day
Friends at base camp 1
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