A Direct Hit to the Face (4/17/14)
Scarlett got three walks today. She walked herself on the first one. Yes, she did. JR looked out the window and said, “What’s that? A coyote?” No, it was just Scarlett, three quarters of the way up the driveway, barely in sight. With the wind howling, I had to scream to get her attention and get her to come home. I haven’t seen her wander that far before. JR said, “Good, we’re paying for the Tagg Tracker service. It’s getting some use.” Not exactly what I was thinking! And Scarlett? A coyote? Somebody needs their eyes checked 🙂
Scarlett and I did the other two walks together. The first one was on the road. Little Miss I-Can’t-Wait-to-Walk-The-Road-and-Eat-Everything-I-Can-Get-My-Tongue-On, has been wandering into various pastures on our road walks and not coming when called to the extent that I put her on leash for the Scilley Road part of the walk. The leashed walk was a much quieter walk instead of the usual, constant “Leave it! Drop it!” “Come, Come HERE, Get Over Here NOWWWW!” On the walk up the Scilley hill back towards our house, I smelled a skunk. I’ve been smelling him for a day or two around the same area. This time, however, I spotted his carcass. Luckily, I spotted him just before Scarlett, who was then off-leash, spotted him. I grabbed her by her collar and directed her away from him. Like a heat seeking missile, she spotted the skunk and did her best to drag me over there. I managed to hold her back and get a picture.
We’ve seen one of these guys wandering around (alive, obviously), and he looked much bigger when his fur wasn’t, well, dead and flattened (imagine that). I was surprised how small he was. Anyway, crisis averted for the time being.
For walk number two, I decided I was sick of walking the road. Can you imagine? I mean, doesn’t the walk I just described sound super enjoyable? Instead we meandered through our back pasture around to the front. We worked on a few training skills (mainly “come” so one day I can stop yelling, “get your butt over here!”). We finished this walk just before 7pm and the light was so nice. I made Scarlett sit and stay so I could sit down and get a nice picture of us together. Uh huh. Why do I keep trying to do this? This is only possible right after major surgery on this dog. Anyway, call me an optimist because I tried again. Did I get a nice picture? No, I got a direct hit to the face.
Wonderful. Yep. This is the dog that will snack on any random dead animal or (sorry to be crude, but I gotta tell it like it is) poo. And….she just licked my face. The ensuing mischief that followed:
At least I was rewarded with a pretty close to the evening. These are as reliable as Scarlett eating…let’s just say they are reliable and leave it at that!
Now, who has an armageddon-style stockpile of antibacterial soap?