Friday, July 14
“Isn’t she a doll!” I exclaim. “What’s her name?”
Roger, Reggie and I are walking the loop at Sloway Campground, St. Regis, Montana.
We meet a man walking his little, white, fluffy dog.
“Her name is Lilah,” he replies. “She’s a maltese-poodle.”
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I interrupt this story with a couple thoughts about Roger . . .
I wonder if Roger came to us having little or no experience walking on a leash or meeting other dogs while on a leash. When we come upon another dog or person, Roger goes absolutely berserk — barking, jumping, and pulling.
I’m pleasantly surprised whenever a dog owner realizes Roger is just excited, not being aggressive, and allows Roger to come up to their dog or reaches down to give him attention. Opportunities to socialize will help Roger act more appropriately.
Anyway . . . .
Here’s something else I wonder about Roger . . .
In the next photo, look at those bat ears and the jowly downturn of the mouth. Do you see a bit of French Bulldog?
Hmm . . . Maybe great-great grandpa?
Saturday, July 15
After Reg and Roger devour their breakfast of chicken chunks, we go down the path to the “play area” behind our campsite. I like to bring the crew here because I can hook their tether to the fire ring and there are no obstructions on which they can become tangled.
It also gives me a few minutes to enjoy a cup of coffee and the view of the river and forested mountainside. Usually the train comes through, on the other side of the river, blasting out two longs, a short, and a long.
The play area is great for zooming!
I sit at the picnic table with my camera and record the activity of the crew.
Lewis and Clark? No, it’s Roger and Reggie!
Not much time passes between rounds of play.
“Roger! Get out of there!”
“Oh, look, guys! It’s Lilah!”
While Reggie and Roger greet their new friend and do their best to impress her, I invite Lilah’s owner, Tom, to take a seat at the picnic table with me.
Tom is tent-camping in the site next to ours.
I hadn’t realized this because the vegetation between campsites is very dense. One doesn’t see one’s neighbor.
Reggie makes his move!
The boys show off how tough they are. As if Lilah is interested in that.
Lilah walks away from the crew. Tom remarks, “She doesn’t know how to play. She’s not around other dogs much.”
Tom tells me he’s from northern California and retired from a hairdressing career. He plans to leave this morning to visit friends in nearby Townsend Falls.
We talk a little more and then he says, “Well, I’d better go pack and get going.”
We wish each other safe travel.
He and Lilah return to their campsite.
Shortly thereafter Tom and Lilah pass by our campsite in their car. Tom waves and they’re gone.
That’s the way it often goes with those of us “on the road!”
NOTE: If you’re reading this, it means my first attempt at delayed publishing is a success! Anticipating that we would be without internet, I wrote this post when connected with WiFi and I programmed it to appear later. — Sue
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