I have to talk about Bailey for a while. I didn't mention the immense strides he has made. When we were in Estes Park the other day, he began playing with some of the smaller dogs. I mean butt up in the air, tail wagging play. Of course I didn't get any of it on camera, but I was absolutely impressed with watching him! So, I decided that he needs to be around smaller dogs. At the next dog park, his hackles got up when the large dogs were around but the smaller ones didn't seem to bother him at all. Interesting. Maybe by the time we get to San Francisco, we'll have figured him out. Keep up the good work, Bailey!
So on to Santa Fe:
Given Bailey's improvements, we felt confident and took the dogs to the Plaza in Santa Fe. There were tons of people around and quite a few dogs. We thought Bailey was ready for this. But then...
There was a man making critters out of balloons but kept popping the balloons. Every time a balloon popped, Bailey tucked his tail between his legs, looked around wildly and kept trying to back away. He managed to get out of his collar and took off running. Well, I'm not about to go running after him with this boot still on my leg so Missy and I sat on a park bench while Don went after him. Don said he kept asking people if they saw a white dog and they would point Don in the right direction. He ended up back where our car was parked, about 4 blocks away! Bailey ran all the way back through the throngs of people and cars right to where our car was parked. I thought he was a "special needs" dog, but there must be something inside there to get him back to where we were parked. I mean, we had meandered through the streets looking in shop windows. How did he know where the car was? Amazing.
So we went to a sidewalk cafe for a glass of refreshment and to think about what to do next. The dogs needed to rest a while (as did I after a glass of wine in the middle of the afternoon) so we went back to the hotel for a siesta. Well, Don and the dogs took a siesta, I just read for a while.
After Don woke up, I decided I wanted to buy something in Santa Fe. You know when you want to buy something, but it seems everything is too expensive or too cheap and you can't find the perfect thing? I start panicking trying to look harder which just back fires and I can't find anything. Well, that happened yesterday. I tried to buy something, but I couldn't Sad. So we went back to get the dogs and took them to dinner.
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Then guess who decided to misbehave? We're in this nice 3 star restaurant eating wonderful food and drinking great wine when someone decided to start barking at phantoms. Who? Not Bailey, but Missy! She has a very deep bark and she just started barking at nothing. Well, I didn't see anything, but I know she thought she did. So, just like a 2 year old having a temper tantrum, I had to take her out to the car while Don paid the bill. Geesh!
So nothing too exciting in Santa Fe. It's a neat town, but I don't think I'd like to live there. Even though the temperature was very comfortable, we'll go on to the next town, after the Grand Canyon that is.
BTW, the dogs have developed a great routine; they sit very quietly in the back seat when we're driving. Bailey sleeps, mostly, and Missy stares out of the window. I write this blog and look for a place to stay that night, and Don drives and drives.
And guess what? I ran a brush trough my hair this morning and ... no frizz!