Cassiopeia's View ooga-chaka ooga ooga

The mountains were the bane of his entire existence. The higher he went the more off-kilter he felt, from the pain in his paws to the dizziness in his stupid head. What goes up must come down though. This was the only thought that kept Dingo going. He huffed and puffed despite being young and fit, and when he came upon a narrow plateau the view did little to fix his mentality. From atop the vista he could see trees, rocks, cliffs — and he groaned audibly, his yellow bottom slumping down upon the nearest patch of smooth rock. Oh, come on, he complained to the air, and hoisted his lithe body back up to continue the hike. Couldn't I just slide down the mountain or something? Traveling slip-n-slide style was vastly more appealing to the lazy boy than the alternative, but he knew there was no point in getting frustrated. The only way to get down off this god-forsaken hunk of granite was to move his ass.