For two days Maya has been behaving extremely well in the evenings. Then again, we walked four miles yesterday, meeting up with another dog walker and her beautiful gray Weimaraner, who gets along great with Maya. So last night Maya was sacked out—unfortunately still on the downstairs couch as we haven't come up with something else for her to sleep on down there while we're watching TV.
Today, since I was off from work, I took her for a long walk on the mountain, going around the north side where we eventually came to an incredible meadow. On the way back we veered off onto a mountain bike path and came out at the top of an abandoned rock quarry. That was a bit nervy—finding Maya looking over the edge. The area is all wooded over now but it was clearly dug out and strewn with broken rock. Anyway we went four and half miles, and Maya slept the rest of the afternoon in her crate, and is still sacked out downstairs. Cliche but true: A tired dog is a good dog.
Today, since I was off from work, I took her for a long walk on the mountain, going around the north side where we eventually came to an incredible meadow. On the way back we veered off onto a mountain bike path and came out at the top of an abandoned rock quarry. That was a bit nervy—finding Maya looking over the edge. The area is all wooded over now but it was clearly dug out and strewn with broken rock. Anyway we went four and half miles, and Maya slept the rest of the afternoon in her crate, and is still sacked out downstairs. Cliche but true: A tired dog is a good dog.
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