Since Annie left to her new home, Molly has been spending time with a dog named Lake. Lake came to Best Friends last year because she had become diabetic and blind. She had surgery to restore her eyesight, and is now just waiting for someone to come along and adopt her. In the meantime, Molly takes her for outings and an occasional sleepover. A few weeks ago, we took Lake to the Virgin River up north of here, so that she could stretch out her legs and go for a swim. Although Lake is known for not doing so well with other dogs, we figured it was worth a shot to bring Haley along. And indeed it was. Her and Haley aren’t BFF, but they can hang out together with no problems. So then on Sunday, when the temperatures were too hot to hike, but we were too bored to do nothing, the water once again beckoned us. Haley and I joined Molly and Lake at the creek up at work. Dylan and James came too, and we all had a blast with a splish-splash.
On short jaunts like this, Haley wears her backpack only because I don’t trust her. She is good off leash when there are friendly dogs that she likes around, but since Lake only tolerates her, I’d rather strap on the backpack than risk her possibly being a pain in the ass and disappearing. I put small bottles full of water on each side and it weighs her down enough that she tuckers out sooner and doesn’t run a mile ahead. Is that so wrong?
Also, my dog is dumb. Despite her rattlesnake bite last year, she’s not paying much attention…
by Sarah
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