It’s been a great few days being out of touch. Minimal internet access, no cell phone towers, and no demands except what is needed to amuse our selves. We were visiting my parents at their farm and I’ve gots lots to tell. Today it’s about dogs because Brindejon is a dogs paradise. Lots of open space to run; rabbits and wild turkeys to chase; and even a stream to swim. While going up and back was not much for Elly, she basically slept through the 11 hour drive. And then she spent 3 days running. The dog was so tired at night, she never even woke up if I stepped over her.
Meals were very important — when you run all day long, a dog gets hungry. And we know she remembered this farm, because the first thing she did in my parents house was check and see if their dog had left any food in her bowl. When Elly is around, Sadie doesn’t leave much food.
And then there were all kinds of strange things to smell. In this picture, Elly was scared of something, I’m not sure what. But the whole outside was a wonderland — frost on the grass and Sadie’s balls to find. Elly loved rolling in the frost. And one night it rained, so she had a blast digging in the mud. It was impossible to keep the dog clean. And then there were the balls, everywhere one looks, there is another ball. Sadie has more balls than any other dog, I’m sure. And she hides them all over the acres and acres of my parents farm. But the best ball for Elly was Sadie’s new ball. The two dogs spent many good hours tussling over the same ball.
But perhaps the best part of the farm for dogs is all the open space and possibilities it represents. Space to run, new things to explore, and even a chance to chase a rabbit. Neither Sadie nor Elly have ever gotten close enough to catch a rabbit or a turkey; but that doesn’t stop them from trying. Interestingly enough, Sadie refused to go wading in the stream while we were there. And Elly copied what Sadie did — she learns from her. There probably had been some big bad animal like a bear or a mountain lion visiting the stream and they could smell it.
But perhaps what the dogs like best is being with people and riding around in my parents ‘mule’. The mule is an small cart that can go over almost anything in the rough terrain. Dog Walking, Lohmann Style, is supposed to be where you take off in the mule and dogs follow. But Elly doesn’t believe in that model. She prefers to ride.
Overall it was a highly successful trip from Elly’s point of view. Don’t have any pictures from coming home. Elly did a good job of sleeping most of the way. She did get to experience some incredible treats — a beef stick from the ARCO station, a dog’s tostada from Tito’s talks (a chip with beans, cheese, and lettuce), and ice water from a cup. I think she was happy to be home in her own kitchen. At least she slept well last night.