We walk daily, 1-2 miles depending on which direction we turn at the road. Yesterday was a 2 mile walk, we didn’t think it would be that long but the weather (temperature and wind) were favorable to a nice stroll so rather than turn around after 1/2 mile we continued down the road. Not that we were given much of a choice, when we reached the spot that we thought we would turn around the dogs kept going straight. When we stopped and said “time to turn around” no one paid any attention, Fiona looked up at both of us and whined a little so we relented and kept going. A couple of houses down the road one of their dogs ran out to the road and barked at us, we had seen this golden before just never saw her run (she is missing her front “passenger side” leg). She stayed on her property and once we passed she turned around and went back to the house. On our return trip past the same house we heard a bark, this time it was the black lab that resides there. He made a bit of a fuss (his owner was outside with him, I think he was making a show for the owner’s benefit.) Phoenix wanted to cross the street and say “hi” but I think he wanted to say hi to the owner not the dog. One thing you need to know if Phoenix thinks he is the welcoming committee for the neighborhood; he feels he needs to meet any and everyone he sees on our walks. Being part hound, Phoenix also bays, not just barks. He has started baying at other pooches he sees walking when we are out for our exercise, then he keeps looking back over his shoulder at them until they are out of his line of sight.
As if seeing the neighbor dogs wasn’t enough, when we got home the chickens were over visiting. Luckily we have learned to listen for the rooster to determine where he is from where we hear the crowing so nobody was let off their leash although Gypsy would have LOVED to get and give some exercise by chasing them. Once again it is sunny out today and the forecast is for fairly mild temperatures, needless to say the chickens are out of their coop and this means the pooches will be happy because they get to watch them again.
Just short postscript to the chickens being out today, Gypsy wanted out (it’s been a while so I thought she might need to “pottie”. She ran up the back hill into the woods, not thinking anything of it (she chases squirrels up trees) until I saw chickens start running back toward their own yard. Don’t worry, she was a VERY good girl and came back when I called rather than chase after the chickens.