Uncle Joel is boring, so our morning walky is normally a slog around the same old loop, day after day. Up the ridge on the beaten path to Ian’s place, hang a left at the driveway, go out the utility road to the wash, around the loop in the wash, up a path back to the Lair. We take our time so LB can acquaint himself with doings in the neighborhood, and sometimes there are interesting things to sniff and once he got to scare the life out of an unsuspecting coyote but mostly there’s not a lot of variety. In an attempt to break that up a bit we went a different way this morning, following a cattle trail into the brush.
It’s called a cattle trail for a reason, of course, and I guess my attention had wandered a bit because LB saw the reason before I did. Momma and baby cow! And LB reverted to his younger “see the prey, catch the prey, kill the prey” self which is what got him a lifetime role on the other end of a long leash in the first place. I need to inspect the leash now, because the last time this happened he separated the core of his old one. He’s no longer young, but the boy’s still got a helluva launch.
How’d you like *that* to be the last thing you see on earth?
You know, I hate everything about the ‘open range’ law which basically negates all property rights except the ones belonging to cattlemen. And LB was doomed to a life on a leash or tie-out cable before the cattle became a big problem in my corner of the desert. But I can kind of grudgingly see why cattlemen take such a dim view of all these loose dogs. I think they can go straight to hell, but I do understand their point of view.
Who? Me?
Any idea how much LB weighs? He’s definitely a chunk!
It’s hard to believe LB was ever that small. Cutie!
I really don’t. Only time he ever got weighed he was less than a year old, and he was 85 pounds. He got really overweight after I didn’t let him run anymore and it took years to trim him back down. I’d bet he’s still well over 100, though.
I used to have to worry about my dogs killing deer. Now they are both too old.
Nature designed LB to be very near the top of the food chain,. He can’t be blamed for being born in the wrong time and place.