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blindly happy I'd screwed up last year, so I made sure I didn't this year. Last year, when I headed out to run this pronghorn classification route, the heelers rolled over and gave me the "we wanna stay in bed" look. So I let them. It is, after all, the route that passes through the ranch with the poison "getters", or coyote guns on it. If the heelers are going to stay behind for a morning, this is probably the route for it. It wasn't until I was well into the route that I realized that was a mistake. I had forgotten this route takes us past an open sand dune. A rare opportunity. For a blind heeler. So this year, on Friday, I made them come. Even though they were less than eager. And both laying down with boredom by the time we got across the mountain and into the dunes. Time for a break. It takes the masked heeler a little while to realize this really is a dune. A place where she no longer has to tag along behind the jingles of her sister's collar, or pace slowly at my heels. She can wander off by herself. And wander. As far as she feels safe... And then make a mad dash back towards me. Running! Something she almost never gets to do anymore. Unless she's following her sister. After blowing past me, she turns around and trots up the dune. So she can do it all again. When we got home, the tree-removing crew was just getting ready to take their break from carving down the two dead cottonwoods across the street. As usual for the past couple weeks, they take their lunch on our well watered lawn, in the shade of our remaining elms. Naturally the heelers charged. "Is your one dog blind?" Yep. And follows the usual explanation of her eye problems, and why there was nothing we could do about it. They've been impressed by how well she gets around. Well, yeah. So long as we don't change anything. The tree you took out messed her up some for a little while. And she got really thrown and lost when I had to park down the block because of your work. I wasn't watching, and she ended up walking right out into the street. By this time the heelers were bored with sniffing out the men's lunch bags, and are headed to the porch. One of them calls her back, and the blind masked heeler makes a beeline right to him. And walks right into him. "Yeah, she's blind alright," he says. "But she looks so happy!" wonders his partner... |
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