Heading to the bog….
Lucas at the end of the day… tired boy!
Just in case you’re under the impression that there is only one working dog on this place… Lucas was along for the trip to the mountain too! Unfortunately, he’s badly worn his paw again, twice losing his boot on earlier small gathers. He was left at home the day before because of that, and such a pitiful howl, you’ve never heard. He is just shocked and in deep disbelief that I would forget to take him and he couldn’t get to me, so the howling continued for quite a while according to my guests that were lodged outside in tent and tipi “spare rooms”. He lost his boot early into the day, and though I had packed extra materials to rebuild one, it was in the pickup, and he worked at least an hour before the pickup and herd crossed paths. He then was relegated to “spoiled pickup dog” status, until I rewrapped his paw and he was needed for a big push up a steep hillside. After that, and after a break at lunchtime, he again rode the Ford. Finally, the trail ends, but the last half mile is alongside a boggy little creek, very scary to ride your horse by! I’ve seen horses bog down in it with rider soon plastered with black mud as they are unseated! I prefer to send my dogs! It is hard muddy work, but Elsa and Lucas and Boomer were thrilled to cool off in the creek and bite cows along the way. Just in the last half mile, the three earned their food for the month! It was much easier to shush them up then get off with sticks and slingshots to push the cattle from the bogs on foot! I’ve done that, too. Besides, I hate getting my cowboy boots muddy! Just in case you were wondering…
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