|Dr. K with the two angels|
At first it seemed as if they'd all be okay, but both Heelers set off chasing the little dog, and I saw Willow nipping at the small dog's rear legs. The hullabaloo seemed to go on a long time, but we finally managed to coral our dogs.
That's when we noticed that the woman's little dog was missing. After a semi-frantic search the dog was found, and, according to the woman, had suffered no injuries. When I said to the woman, "We had our dogs on lead," she said, "I understand." I felt sorry for her because the Heelers put the fear of Dog into her little mutt. It goes without saying that if you can't control your dogs when they're loose they shouldn't be loose. The same applies to us, of course, since we couldn't call Willow off when she was aggressively pursuing the little hound. Because Frio is deaf, he couldn't hear our entreaties, but he was overly aggressive as well. The behavior of our Heelers was upsetting and disappointing.
Willow is so submissive at home I can't help but wonder if she'd been mistreated by her previous owner, or whether she'd been trained to fight; she's incredibly aggressive at times.
|Not a plank|
|The road we traveled|
|Artsy Cactus Wren|
|A gravestone I run across every so often|
|Back of the gravestone|
|On the grounds of the lineworkers school|