What I really wanted to do this past weekend was meet my new
grand-dog, Ruckus. But I couldn’t. The poor little guy was diagnosed with a pretty serious case of pneumonia his first week out of the shelter, and even though he was home with Greg and Kelly by Friday, he still wasn’t allowed to
entertain other dogs. Especially ones with the Duck Dog’s energy level. And I wasn’t about to go meet Ruckus and leave his Uncle Kemba at home.
Still, Kemba and I made do.
We spent lots of outdoors time (don’t we always!) in the yard, and at Winslow Park, and at Burying Hill Beach. Plus a big Sunday pre-Jets-game hike around Lake Mohegan. During which Kemba, once again, showed his Kemba-ness, and the Beagle Man showed his
Beagle Man-ness.
I prefer starting off at Lake Mohegan by parking at the Cascades, rather than the main recreation area: a little less crowded, and you can dive right in to the best part of the hike. But the route from the parking lot to the bridge that more or less serves as the starting point for the trail system is not particularly well-
marked. And as most of you know, give the Beagle Man half a chance, and he’ll make a wrong turn.
So I’m moving along briskly in what I think is the correct direction, and Kemba is continually deserting me — for fairly long stretches of time. I reach a point where I can see and hear the highway, and I can’t see Kemba, and this makes me very nervous about his safety. I shout out his name, and after a (too long!) interval, His Royal Redness comes flying out of the brush, tongue hanging out, tail wagging. Then right away, he dashes back from whence he came, looking back at me as if to say, “Come on, follow me!”
I abandon my route, head off into the woods where Kemba has again vanished . . . and eventually see my little red Duck Dog, waiting for me patiently, at the near side of the aforementioned bridge.
I’ve been to Mohegan Lake probably a half dozen times before. Kemba has been there once.
Draw your own conclusions.
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Kemba how nice to have a nephew and I hope you can meet Ruckus soon and give him a few tips:). Amazing Grace says hello, and is still hunting rabbits with too frequent success.
https://www.cesarsway.com/dog-psychology/pack-leader/how-to-be-a-pack-leader
Wow, what a surprise that you got lost! Never seen that happen before!
. . . though I can generally tell a live deer from a statue.
It looks like you’ve got a dog with a built-in directional brain, lucky you, because not that you need it or anything.
I’m just sayin. See Ya.