I have done this a few times before, but always in the winter when the trail is surrounded by high snowbanks on each side that kind of wall them in. Monday I took them, and now that the snow is finally melting, the creek and fields are clearly visible and also more accessible. I took them anyway. It's a fairly isolated area, how much trouble could they possibly get into, those who are doomed to fail silently ask themselves?
As usual, Nivek is not the problem. He trots along, usually behind, breathing heavily and trying to keep up with his much younger brethren. Duke does what he was bred to do and sniffs, sniffs, and sniffs, trying to keep up with Nuka on legs that are a quarter of the length. It is Nuka that enjoys this time the most. She's young and powerful and she rips up and down the trail with a muscular grace that I don't normally associate with her lanky, goofy body.
Overall, they were pretty good. Nuka took some liberties with distance she hasn't before, but she listened and didn't chase anything, she also lost her pretty pink collar, the only thing that lets anyone know that she isn't a boy.
I learned three things on this particular off leash experience. The first is that Nivek can't do the trail anymore. He huffed and puffed and tried so hard to keep up that the next morning he could barely stand up. His arthritis is just too much.
The second is that Nuka really does look like a boy. In lieu of the pink collar, I put on Nivek's old leather one, and yes, yes she does look like a boy. I don't particularly care if people think she's a boy, but I don't want her to get a complex. If no one treats her like a beautiful lady, she will never act like one. Man, I couldn't keep a straight face while I typed that sentence.
|Why can't anyone see that I am a beautiful lady? WHY?|