09-21-2023, 07:49 AM
"We've lost Aoife"
Lynch Lair lies on top of a ridge. Behind the house slopes down to a seasonal creek and the back up to another ridge. Basically my property has a 'V' profile. In the afternoon, we walk down the slope behind the road where we meet up with a dirt road that runs through the Misty Ridge neighborhood. I cut the footpath from the house to the dirt road.The slopes are pretty steep with the slope opposite the house, north side, being steeper than the south side.
By this time, we let Aoife go to run at her own pace in the area behind the house. We practice recall where we call for Aoife to come back. At this point she comes back about 3 times out of ten. She is very busy racing around the property at top speed and has not time for our rules nonsense. But, by the time we get to the dirt road at the base of the hill, Aoife is so exhausted she is happy to be back under our control.
FYI: Lily is the best dog. Rarely leaves our side and comes back immediately when called.
We were at the road yesterday when I heard the coyote howl from the behind the north hill. Sadly, Aoife did as well. She race straight up the hill, about a half mile climb in seconds. We could see her white body bouncing through the tall brown grass. Aoife hit the crest and then I lost sight of her. I continued to hear the coyote howl, maybe now with a little consternation as the coyote realized something had answered its call.
The Queen and I started to call for Aoife to return. Pretty funny, I know. We stood in the road watching the hill and listening to the coyote, who kept up the song of her people. No Aoife. There wasn't a lot we could do. I figured the coyote would lead Aoife on a merry chase through the hills. At least Aoife had tags and was microchipped. At leas there were a couple of really nice australian shepherds waiting for adoption at the local SPCA.
Shockingly, after about five minutes of yelling, Aoife appeared on the top of the ridge. We called and she headed down the ridge towards us. Miracle of miracle, Aoife continued on racing towards us until she sat at our feet and awaited her chicken treat which we gladly gave her. Her tongue could not hang any further out of her mouth.
Aoife had had her conversation with the coyote and returned to us. For a few moments, Aoife was the best dog.
Lynch Lair lies on top of a ridge. Behind the house slopes down to a seasonal creek and the back up to another ridge. Basically my property has a 'V' profile. In the afternoon, we walk down the slope behind the road where we meet up with a dirt road that runs through the Misty Ridge neighborhood. I cut the footpath from the house to the dirt road.The slopes are pretty steep with the slope opposite the house, north side, being steeper than the south side.
By this time, we let Aoife go to run at her own pace in the area behind the house. We practice recall where we call for Aoife to come back. At this point she comes back about 3 times out of ten. She is very busy racing around the property at top speed and has not time for our rules nonsense. But, by the time we get to the dirt road at the base of the hill, Aoife is so exhausted she is happy to be back under our control.
FYI: Lily is the best dog. Rarely leaves our side and comes back immediately when called.
We were at the road yesterday when I heard the coyote howl from the behind the north hill. Sadly, Aoife did as well. She race straight up the hill, about a half mile climb in seconds. We could see her white body bouncing through the tall brown grass. Aoife hit the crest and then I lost sight of her. I continued to hear the coyote howl, maybe now with a little consternation as the coyote realized something had answered its call.
The Queen and I started to call for Aoife to return. Pretty funny, I know. We stood in the road watching the hill and listening to the coyote, who kept up the song of her people. No Aoife. There wasn't a lot we could do. I figured the coyote would lead Aoife on a merry chase through the hills. At least Aoife had tags and was microchipped. At leas there were a couple of really nice australian shepherds waiting for adoption at the local SPCA.
Shockingly, after about five minutes of yelling, Aoife appeared on the top of the ridge. We called and she headed down the ridge towards us. Miracle of miracle, Aoife continued on racing towards us until she sat at our feet and awaited her chicken treat which we gladly gave her. Her tongue could not hang any further out of her mouth.
Aoife had had her conversation with the coyote and returned to us. For a few moments, Aoife was the best dog.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm