Grom’s New Mexico Brain Freeze
The trip to the desert state had been going quite well. Grom had a great trip on the plane, sniffed at some really interesting boots hidden near a lake, and even got to play on some nice playground equipment.
The trouble started with an easy little problem on the farm.
We went out to visit some family out in the country. Everything was cruising along smoothly, until we did a short field search problem on the farm. We hid someone under a tractor and started Grom on the other side of the house. The whole family was watching from the window of the house. I gave Grom the search command and he bolted away from me into the field. His nose diligently working the air while his legs carried him bounding across desert sand and over dried grasses. He was having fun! My brother in law followed me holding the video camera while his fiance hid under a big hunk of metal.
Grom sped back and forth across the field searching the edges of the scent cloud blowing across the field. He got closer and closer to the house, near the window everyone was watching from. Then he put his nose to the ground.
What in the world is he doing there?
A potty break?
I know the girl hiding did not walk across that patch of ground. Plus, Grom is not one to try and track on the ground. He was in scent for goodness sakes!
Grom then began to paw around at objects on the ground. Oh great, he is messing around over there. As I got closer, I knew what it was he must have got into. Egg shells littered the ground at his feet. Grom had found the compost pile. Sigh.
I called the little goof off and sent him back to work. The little monster defied me with a nice long pee on a crushed egg shell then trotted around before going back into a run.
Ok, he is back to work. Whew!
He made a few turns then zeroed in on the hidden subject. I was too far away to see clearly, but I knew he had found her. Why in the world is he hanging out with her? I counted… one….two….three. I had no idea what was going on and did not care. I sure hope he wasn’t trying to play with her before coming back to tell me!
Time to call the boy back. Reluctantly he left the hidden subject and loped back to me. Knowing that something bizarre had erased his little noggin, I gave him the bark command. He is well past needing hints. What a trouble maker! I let him give me a few barks before sending him in to play.
Let’s hope this was just a one time occurrance. Perhaps a new place threw him off? There is the rest of the vacation to find out …