This is Why Bentley Stays on a Leash
I moved in the past few weeks. All the critters are getting settled in pretty well. The dogs, naturally, think it’s all a big adventure, especially since our new place is right up against the forest. And by “right up against”, I mean the trees are actually touching the house. It’s RIGHT there. That’s a perk for me as well. The forests here in the Pacific Northwest are one of the big reasons I love it so much here, so I was pretty excited as well.
In the chaos of moving, I have had a lot of trouble keeping track of items. The most important ones, of course, are pet related. The first thing I misplaced was their awesome spill-proof food and water bowls. Still haven’t found them. Next, I lost Bentley’s long leash. With Bentley’s shy pooping, that was a real difficult thing to lose, but at least I still had Quincy’s long leash…. until I lost that too.
So this last weekend was kind of set up for disaster. Bentley refuses to poop on a short leash, so after a couple days of no pooping, he won and I let him off leash.
The edge of the woods starts with a little open space under the trees, surrounded by ferns and carpeted in Western Hemlock needles. A variety of stumps and burrows dot the landscape, and both dogs scurried around, excited at all the new smells. And Bentley finally pooped! I swooped in with doggy bags and high praise for the wonderful turd that he’d created. Quite a bit lighter on his feet, and giddy with the excitement of what a good boy he’d just been, Bentley began prancing and kicking up his heels around the clearing.
There’s not much that can stop Bentley when he gets into his happy goofy mood and starts bouncing around… not even a creek. At the edge of the clearing is a small creek, which even this pug-sized dog cleared with no problem. Probably because his legs are springs. I quickly ran after him and jumped over the creek as well. At which point I discovered that the other side of the creek isn’t the far bank so much as it is a bottomless pit of thick mud. Bentley was able to move around without much problem, weighing a mere 15 pounds. I, on the other hand, was sinking fast. The mud at least slowed Bentley down enough for me to grab him. I quickly turned back and tried to leap to safety, and more or less made it. The thick sticky mud, however, sucked my shoe clear off. On the far side of the creek, I stood with a muddy dog under one arm, my other arm outstretched for balance, standing on one foot, and trying not to gather any more mud or debris on my socked foot. All that was left of my missing shoe was a crater in the mud.
Since then, my shoe has been retrieved, the mud has been washed off Bentley and myself, and the leashes were found. We’re going to work on recall, and hopefully never lose his leash again!