Chewing

Here is a picture of Othello Moose somewhere up off the Mount Baker Highway a few weeks back. I realize how much he love running in the woods and being a working stiff myself (unlike Othello, who leads a life of leisure) and look forward to getting on the trails. Although it's fun to have others along, I love going just with Othello.

I got mad at the poor little guy today when he chewed my wallet. I think he was upset that I was in the backyard doing some fence work and left him in the house. There were chickens next door and he likes them - too much. With the fence taken down it would be too risky to have him out there. Everyone that meets him talks about how smart he is, and I think his level of emotions can run deep.(I heard the Catahoulas are used up at the border increasingly due to their intelligence.)

But oddly enough, he has never chewed or damaged anything personal of mine except ,my wallet. He frequently will bring a sandal or shoe or sock out from the bedroom, but just carries it around and drops it.  But I scolded him earlier, and now we are back on happy terms.

It's after eleven and he needs a walk. He usually gets three a day, and in the evening he runs while I bike. we cover a lot more ground and he comes home tired. And he deserves it.