The dog books were right.
If you want a well-behaved, happy animal, they need a ton of exercise- especially when said animal is a crazy little puppy disguised as a large (and getting larger) dog. So far, we’ve found that when Cholula’s tired after an active day, she is indeed less likely to steal our shoes and doesn’t chew on the coffee table.
We headed back to the nearby pond and trail yesterday. The recent week of extra warm then wet weather worked some flora magic- the trail was just lined with flowers, every shape and color. I decided I need to find a book about the wildflowers of Utah. John forged on ahead while Cholula romped on the trail, up to him and back to me. I was slower because I kept stopping to capture the vibrant blooms on film.
We banked on the no-leash success of the last hike and unclipped the little one. Where did this responsive, well-trained dog come from? And can she come home with us?
We climbed a bit higher than the last time we explored this trail, and were rewarded. With each step, the types of flowers would change. There was wild sweet pea everywhere. The trail led us through tree-shaded tunnels or to sun-kissed rocky overlooks. I felt miles away from home, though I could actually SEE home on the far hillside.
As we headed down the trail toward the pond, the spot where I knew Cholula would be most excited, she stopped and turned her head upward to give me a look of pure puppy gratitude.
That’s what a dog smile looks like. Her face says “I love you, Mama” to me.
As predicted, the pond was the icing on the puppy cake.
We almost got her to swim after her ball at one point. Still too timid to dive in after it, she splashed around the shore , chased birds, wagged her tail a lot. When we got into the truck to head home, she seemed content.
It cured mine, too.