|♫ Me and Frio up in the Foothills ♫ (to the tune of "Me and Julio ...")|
When we turned onto the road heading west from Tortugas Mountain I unleashed him in the same area I had on previous days. But today he took off like a shot heading south, and I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I saw the white tip of his tail disappear beyond the near end of a narrow fold in the desert floor. I knew if a rabbit or hare bolted out of ground cover just then it would be a hot pursuit leading to god knows where. Fortunately when Frio reappeared I waved my arms above my head until he spotted me. He came right back after that. Needless to say I put him on lead immediately, morning experiment over. I'm glad I did because shortly after that he actually leapt at a low-flying crow that barely cleared the low ridge we were hiking.
It's going to take a lot of work to get Frio thinking right about hiking in the Chihuahuan Desert, but I'm up for the challenge. He's super smart and, I think, motivated to please. Right now his canine instincts are running wild.
|This and the next: Wild Rhubarb (Canaigre Dock, Rumex hymenosepalus)|
|2 shots of a Soaptree Yucca, this with Ocotillos, the other not|
|This and the next 2: Frio back on lead|
|Flank of Tortugas and the Organ Mountains|
|Mr. Frio Grande|
|This and the next: Yucca Elata far west of Tortugas|
|When you come to the fork in the road . . .|
|Large Soaptree Yucca with a tall Torrey Yucca in the distance|
|Javelinas were through his arroyo not long before Frio and I explored it|