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Lost and Found...

By Margaret Lincoln

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Drat that Rabbit

 

It is my third night of torture. I can't be out on the longline again because I want to eat the rabbits. There are at least 30 of them, all colors, tame rabbits, with a hutch on the lawn about 50 yards away. The night before, I could not be out on the longline because I kept picking up the garbage. We were in a scenic but not that fastidious spot on Flathead Lake. I don't give one nickel for scenery. What I want is some nice clean grass and a long time outside. The night before that, we were south of Glacier, and it was looking good for me. Nice pine shade trees. Then the squirrels came out. I cannot control my barking around them. I just want to catch them!

I am hoping and praying for a grassy lawn, no animals, tonight. Please! I have cabin fever!

Out of the stickers and into the dunes

 

Do you know how hard it is to pull Mom up these sandy hills? Need I say more? SPCA!!! Where are you?

gathering foxtails

 

Oh my how innocent this looks. Just hanging out in Napa Valley State Park. Gathering Foxtails.

California has a problem beyond budget crisis. They have foxtails. The seeds burrow into the skin and cause infections and even death. And I have had SO many of them that Dad has refused to let me out of the RV anywhere but pavement. It is a real pain.

Not that I blame him. One of the devils got under my collar and caused a huge inflamation as it worked its way into my body. He's found several others on their way in. Did you know that they can even work themselves into organs and cause death? Or my ears, or my eyes or my nose? This is serious business.

So, no more hanging in California for us. We are headed north, out of this plague. The sooner the better.

Foxtails, Furminators, Doom and Groom

Since I last blogged, I have been in way too many stickers. As it turns out, the California state burr is a foxtail, a devious little sticker that burroughs into my skin and can become infected. Dad checks all the time and still I get some. Aunt Mary said that one summer when she was just learning to use Quicken, she discovered she had spent $575 on removing foxtails from the dog.

When I got to Larry and Lori's house, mom let me run free. Five minutes later I was yelping in pain as I tried to lick stickers from my fur. Mom got scissors and gave me a haircut. All this was setting me up for the inevitable. Dad began saying the groomer word, over and over, and Aunt Mary found me one called Ruff House. It was one ruff day. I was an all day dog and the lady had to call an assistant.

Next I met Tom and Misty in their pet store. I walked around eating treats off the shelves and Tom said no problem. Misty looked at me and declared I needed a furminator. So far I don't mind the furminator. It does not pull like a brush.

I am coming to the conclusion that I am just not a country dog.

Kidnapped!

 

Help! If I go missing, I want you to know where to find me. I'll be living with this family from Lehi Utah.

They miss their departed Sammy Simba so much that mom let me spend most of a day with them at Capitol Reef National Park campground.

I have never walked so much in my life. Simba must have had a VERY active life. I was so tired from all the walking that honestly, I couldn't move the next two days. (Dad says second day sore is the worst).

All that said, they are a very very nice family, and I sure hope they get another Sammy soon. I think their Dad will be online looking for one the minute they get home from vacation. Probably another boy to balance out the four girls in the family.

I LUV NM

I've been a laid back dog this summer trip. Never give anyone a problem at all. Highlights have included meeting Pepita the chihuahua at the habitat build and the dogs at the Questa Lodge RV park. Pepita, like most of her breed, wants nothing to do with me! Check out my greeting below...who could resist me?

Next you see me working on the beams for the porch. A dog's got to earn her keep. At the Habitat Build I hang out on my long line all day, or sleep in the RV. Dogs are not allowed to hammer and nail, but I do my best.














Last, here I am in the snow on my perfect day. Memorial Day the entire family went to visit the Wild River Recreation area and then to Taos Ski Valley, where mom took me hiking on the williams lake trail. There was still snow everywhere, which I jumped in and took big bites of. I just love this stuff. Felt like I was back in Alaska.
Then Mom and Dad had pizza while I rested in the car. Mom says Taos Out Back Pizza is great. Seems to be a cult like Star Pizza.

I'm on a diet. Mom rations out 8 treats per day and that's all I am allowed. She says I am getting too old to be such a puppy cookie eater. Rats!