Faulkner
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With twelve straight days of 100+ degree temps Daisy and I went out to check on livestock on our place and our neighbors to make sure they had access to water. I know one stock pond is a dried up mud hole and one of the streams is barely a trickle. My neighbor has a creek that sometimes dries up but it has a couple of pools that turn swampy when there is no flow.
We'd hiked in on foot instead of taking the ATV because I was hoping to get some wildlife pictures around the pools of water on the creek, but by the time we got there I was second guessing my decision because it was very hot and muggy well before noon. Sure enough, the creek was not running and the pools had turned kinda swampy. I was keeping an eye out for critters and watching close for snakes with Daisy trotting along beside me.
As we neared the creek bank Daisy took off headed for the nasty smelling swamp water. She typically obeys my commands quite well and usually does an immediate recall when I call her, but as she took off towards the creek I whistled and yelled.
"Daisy!! Daisy!! Don't you get . . . in that . . . nasty . . . water!" But it was too late.
Smelly or not I think she was proud of herself for finding a spot to cool off.
When we worked our way back home Mrs. Faulkner met us on the front porch. As Daisy went up to see her she said, "holy cow, what is that smell?"
I laughed and said, "that's your dog who has been wallowing in the swamp water. I wonder if those dog-snatching women from last year would have picked her up if she's smelled like this."
"Ugh, she's nasty. You need to take a water hose to her and rinse that smell off."
Well, fortunately, next to playing in the creek, getting hosed off is one of Daisy's favorite things to do. It took liberal application of dog shampoo and I had to rinse a couple of times to get the smell out but she was no worse for wear afterwards.
We'd hiked in on foot instead of taking the ATV because I was hoping to get some wildlife pictures around the pools of water on the creek, but by the time we got there I was second guessing my decision because it was very hot and muggy well before noon. Sure enough, the creek was not running and the pools had turned kinda swampy. I was keeping an eye out for critters and watching close for snakes with Daisy trotting along beside me.
As we neared the creek bank Daisy took off headed for the nasty smelling swamp water. She typically obeys my commands quite well and usually does an immediate recall when I call her, but as she took off towards the creek I whistled and yelled.
"Daisy!! Daisy!! Don't you get . . . in that . . . nasty . . . water!" But it was too late.
Smelly or not I think she was proud of herself for finding a spot to cool off.
When we worked our way back home Mrs. Faulkner met us on the front porch. As Daisy went up to see her she said, "holy cow, what is that smell?"
I laughed and said, "that's your dog who has been wallowing in the swamp water. I wonder if those dog-snatching women from last year would have picked her up if she's smelled like this."
"Ugh, she's nasty. You need to take a water hose to her and rinse that smell off."
Well, fortunately, next to playing in the creek, getting hosed off is one of Daisy's favorite things to do. It took liberal application of dog shampoo and I had to rinse a couple of times to get the smell out but she was no worse for wear afterwards.
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