I was not about to let go of the best trail dog of them all. So what if this was Foster Fail #3.
Rosie's first two or three off leash trail walks showed me something exceptional, she was not a wanderer.
Someone else might not have discovered her super power, she’s the perfect walking partner.
That did it. Rare. Staying put.
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Rosie's first two or three off leash trail walks showed me something exceptional, she was not a wanderer.
Someone else might not have discovered her super power, she’s the perfect walking partner.
That did it. Rare. Staying put.
https://www.instagram.com/p/C3tUP7QvJuI/
Everything was new with Bo, no comparisons to make. Being a German Shepherd I was always on alert. Who’s down there? Do they have a dog? On leash? Did other hikers look comfortable or intimidated? Best to be vigilant with a shepherd, everywhere.
For a very independent young lady, Pilot was pretty good about staying close-ish. But I had to scan the territory the same as with Bo. She was not easy going, an alpha girl, not always tolerant. Each time an introduction went smoothly, I breathed easier
Jimmie, a wild child who reveled in wandering. Always a risk factor, staying within eyesight and earshot vs. his drive to explore. We were connected but scavenging tugged at his soul. He would take off and find the most utterly filthy piece of something unrecognizable, the grosser the better, and gobble it down before I could get to him.
Rosie is the total opposite of all of them. Never ever do I wonder where she is because she is always nearby. It's as if she was meant for our morning adventures. Sheer excitement at being out and free sends her into twirl-jump-spin, zoomie circles of delight, and then with a twist she's off like a shot and bounds back with a word, "Rosie!". Short jaunts behind the bushes, hops down the embankment, bolts ahead but she loves running back when I call.
For a very independent young lady, Pilot was pretty good about staying close-ish. But I had to scan the territory the same as with Bo. She was not easy going, an alpha girl, not always tolerant. Each time an introduction went smoothly, I breathed easier
Jimmie, a wild child who reveled in wandering. Always a risk factor, staying within eyesight and earshot vs. his drive to explore. We were connected but scavenging tugged at his soul. He would take off and find the most utterly filthy piece of something unrecognizable, the grosser the better, and gobble it down before I could get to him.
Rosie is the total opposite of all of them. Never ever do I wonder where she is because she is always nearby. It's as if she was meant for our morning adventures. Sheer excitement at being out and free sends her into twirl-jump-spin, zoomie circles of delight, and then with a twist she's off like a shot and bounds back with a word, "Rosie!". Short jaunts behind the bushes, hops down the embankment, bolts ahead but she loves running back when I call.
So we share life together now.
And those early hours of quiet, a trail all to ourselves, it's heaven.
Morning's wafts of cool air rushing by. Hollow tunnels of sound whipping up roars above. Still clouds
hung in skies full of blue, whirling air power. Sun at my back, heat, shadows covering my face with
air that has a snap to it. Wind rustling the grasses, jets overhead.
And Rosie only wants to keep moving, WITH me.
And those early hours of quiet, a trail all to ourselves, it's heaven.
Morning's wafts of cool air rushing by. Hollow tunnels of sound whipping up roars above. Still clouds
hung in skies full of blue, whirling air power. Sun at my back, heat, shadows covering my face with
air that has a snap to it. Wind rustling the grasses, jets overhead.
And Rosie only wants to keep moving, WITH me.
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