A still-wet Maya after an emergency bath following her discovery of something unidentifiable yet extremely gross to roll in. |
I guess normal and not having much to say in this dog blog is a good thing. Maya continues to do very well, running through the woods and generally enjoying life. Her injured leg remains weak, but that doesn't deter her. It may have contributed to her falling into a pond today, but that's a good thing because she'd loped through a muddy patch earlier. By luck I met another dog walker who told me of a pond that I didn't know about. This was on the ridge, an area I don't go to much—mainly because its tick ridden—and so I'd never gone down the trail leading to the pond. Thing is, the other dog dove in to fetch a stick. Maya, I discovered, isn't a swimmer. She likes wading in water—or mud—but prefers to feel something beneath her paws, I think. She's not a retriever, please. She's meant for finding upland game. Still, on a sloping rock she tried testing the water and ended up dunked. I greatly appreciated not having to hose her off or give her a bath after our walk, especially since I had to bathe her twice in three days last week: once just because she was due for a scrubbing and then two days later because of her adventures with some disgusting rot in the forest.
Maya runing in backyard
Walking in woods