One morning while up in the mountains of New Mexico, my parents went for a long walk with our Grandfather. This “hike” took them about 150 minutes. Surprisingly, we (Sammy and me) were left behind. Although I think I know the reason, I was none too pleased with their decision. Just think of what a spike that would have been on my Whistle!
In some ways, this was similar to when we are left behind when my parents go to work everyday. However, we were on vacation and I was not fully prepared for this sort of treatment. Sammy did not seem as agitated about being left behind as I was. This may be due to the fact that on our shorter walk a day or two earlier Sammy’s body gave out on him. I do need to give the old guy a bit of a break since:
1) He had just nearly died a month or so ago
2) He was on a restricted exercise regiment following his surgery so he was even more out of shape than normal
3) We went from basically sea level in Illinois to 8000′ or 9000′ or so in NM
Now, although his body was not in shape to continue the whole walk back up to the house, his mind and spirit were prodding him onward. While we (Mom, Grandfather and I) hoofed it back up the mountain to the house, Dad stayed behind with my big bro and tried to get him to rest in the shade and drink some water. This worked to some extent, but as Sammy related to me later, he was very frustrated that Dad allowed us to get separated from the pack. He said he would sit there for a minute or two to appease our dad (and distract him) and then he would hop up and start trotting after us. Dad would eventually get back to his feet and chase down Sam and start the whole process over. Of course Dad was challenged because Sam is no longer allowed to wear a collar, so how do you stop the guy other than pulling on his tail? Anyway, in the meantime, we arrived back at the house and I got to stay behind with Grandfather as Mom went off to fetch the stragglers. During her absence I must admit I was a bit wiped out. I would alternate between laying on my side panting heavily, and walking to our water bowl and imbibing lots of H2O. After what seemed like a long time – since I was in recovery mode – I heard the Honda Elephant entering the drive again. And guess what? Sammy hopped out of the car like he was a puppy again. Good times on the mountain!
Oh yeah, my point of this blog was how we got left alone for the big walk those people took. I knew something was up (and not just because my parents told me) because they brought out The Gate (more on that later if I haven’t already discussed it) and moved our toys/beds into my Grandmother’s room.
Typically, I would sit on that big comfy dog bed by the window so I could watch out the window for any approaching dangers…or opportunities (bunnies). I think this is what my parents expected me to do, but since I was a bit miffed about being left behind I refused this token of peace and instead found a much better way to spend my time…
SLEEPING ON GRANDMOTHERS BED!!!!
The comforts of home. Almost made up for missing the walk.