To tell this story, I need to start out by explaining why we have five dogs at the moment. We started out with one border collie, and realized she would love another dog, so we got one more border collie. That was a fine plan, and things were good. Then we had company, who brought their own dog, a nice little mutt. Between observing how this dog loved running around our several acres, and hearing how it was treated at home (I am going to leave out some details here), we offered to keep the dog, and her owners were only too happy to leave without her.
Our son-in-law Joe has again been deployed to Iraq. Their two dogs demanded a lot of time from our daughter, who is starting a law practice, and has kids two and five years old. We want to do everything we can to help her, and now we have temporarily added their two dogs. These are all older dogs, and we have simply let them out during the day. Although they could go for at least 20 miles in several directions without encountering roads or fences, the appeal for that kind of long distance exploring left with their youth. Normally it looks a little like the canine version of Miami. Five old codgers looking for a place near the house where the hot New Mexico sun can have the best access to warm old bones.
All of that changed in an instant yesterday afternoon. I was working at the computer on holiday cards when I heard some ferocious barking from our dogs, and the sound of a dog yelping and fighting for it's life. I grabbed the .45 pistol from the nightstand and ran outside. I saw one dog right away, and ordered her back to the house while I ran towards the noise. Barb got her in the house, and stayed to let the other dogs in, if they came back. If any of you remember the great opening scene from "The Last of the Mohicans", I was trying to do my best imitation of Daniel Day-Lewis, running through the pines with a pistol in my right hand. I was keeping track of the dogs I would see, and yelling at them to get back in the house.
Soon I had accounted for four of the five dogs. The little mutt we had acquired from her owners is the bravest and fastest of our little "pack". Between my screaming her name, and perhaps some instinct for survival she finally stopped before getting to the scene of battle. I was totally winded/exhausted, and if she hadn't stopped when she did, I don't think I could have been in time to save her. Although she had stopped, I didn't have a leash, and it was very hard to get her off the trail and back to the house. I had a couple of glimpses of the coyotes. One of them was the biggest coyote I have ever seen, with a gorgeous coat. We got all five dogs back to the house.
I don't really know how it all ended. Perhaps the coyotes got their meal. Perhaps they faced a cold mountain night with an empty belly. All I know for sure is that the five dogs I am responsible for had a quiet night in my big shop, with their food in a bowl, and a heated mat to sleep on.
Our son-in-law Joe has again been deployed to Iraq. Their two dogs demanded a lot of time from our daughter, who is starting a law practice, and has kids two and five years old. We want to do everything we can to help her, and now we have temporarily added their two dogs. These are all older dogs, and we have simply let them out during the day. Although they could go for at least 20 miles in several directions without encountering roads or fences, the appeal for that kind of long distance exploring left with their youth. Normally it looks a little like the canine version of Miami. Five old codgers looking for a place near the house where the hot New Mexico sun can have the best access to warm old bones.
All of that changed in an instant yesterday afternoon. I was working at the computer on holiday cards when I heard some ferocious barking from our dogs, and the sound of a dog yelping and fighting for it's life. I grabbed the .45 pistol from the nightstand and ran outside. I saw one dog right away, and ordered her back to the house while I ran towards the noise. Barb got her in the house, and stayed to let the other dogs in, if they came back. If any of you remember the great opening scene from "The Last of the Mohicans", I was trying to do my best imitation of Daniel Day-Lewis, running through the pines with a pistol in my right hand. I was keeping track of the dogs I would see, and yelling at them to get back in the house.
Soon I had accounted for four of the five dogs. The little mutt we had acquired from her owners is the bravest and fastest of our little "pack". Between my screaming her name, and perhaps some instinct for survival she finally stopped before getting to the scene of battle. I was totally winded/exhausted, and if she hadn't stopped when she did, I don't think I could have been in time to save her. Although she had stopped, I didn't have a leash, and it was very hard to get her off the trail and back to the house. I had a couple of glimpses of the coyotes. One of them was the biggest coyote I have ever seen, with a gorgeous coat. We got all five dogs back to the house.
I don't really know how it all ended. Perhaps the coyotes got their meal. Perhaps they faced a cold mountain night with an empty belly. All I know for sure is that the five dogs I am responsible for had a quiet night in my big shop, with their food in a bowl, and a heated mat to sleep on.
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