I took Claire on a walk — a short one. We turned around at the 1/2 mile mark and headed towards home.
She walked a bit more and then just laid down in the middle of the road!
I waited a minute and then we started up again — and then she laid down again. In the middle of the dirt road.
Totally strange — this is a dog that I have regularly walked 3 - 4 miles at a time.
It was 59 degrees so not hot, and she seemed perfectly okay — she just kept wanting to stop and lie down.
Huh.
I called a dog taxi (aka Dear Husband) and that was the end of the walk.
Claire came home, had some water, visited with the cats, and is now napping.
I cannot decide if this is good or bad. But it is interesting.