Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Dogs at the River
Brady in his crate. The sound of silence.
Two dogs traveled with us to the river. Indy is of course, an experienced camper. The only thing he doesn't like about camping are the times when he is crated. Then he sings a mournful tune for a while, just to let me know how he feels.
For the granddog, Brady, this was a new experience. Here are some things we learned about him:
1. He barks at fireworks.
2. He barks at thunder.
3. He barks when a car door slams.
4. He barks whenever anyone returns to the campsite (never mind that they were only gone for 2 seconds).
5. He barks at mowers, trimmers, and chainsaws.
6. Brady is a very, very good barker.
He's also a good eater. Beware leaving anything within Cairn Terrier reach (and that includes nose height while standing on hind legs). He nearly snatched an entire plate piled high with bacon. We rescued the bacon in the nick of time, so Brady contented himself with licking an unguarded pan full of bacon grease. Yum.
Dog crates provide the only break from constant canine vigilance. And by the way, here's a heartfelt salute to whomever invented the dog crate. It's the perfect way to settle an unruly critter, potty train a pup, and keep everyone in general de-stressed.
Hey! I wonder if the idea for a crate was born during a camping trip?