And Some More Back-sliding
Oh Grom, what has happened to your brain on this trip? Did your mind get addled by the air plane ride?
The high altitude?
The green chile?
Our adventure into Grom’s training mishaps in New Mexico continue with our trip to Los Alamos and our training with the fantastic Canine Mountain Corps MC². One member of this Los Alamos group volunteered to hide for our little fur ball. What a great guy!
We let the nice man hide himself in a spot well known to him and let him “cook” for a while.
Here is the lovely starting place, a field just inside of a little fence along a dirt road.
Don’t you just love those pine trees out there?
I directed him down the road with the aim of my hand and off the little guy dashed. Thinking back on it now, I should have given him some time in the area before sending him on a search. Oh what cornucopia of wonderful smells he must have had wafting by his nose. He was however, on a mission and darted off like a horse out of the starting gate.
Grom covered the terrain like a champ dodging alien cacti and strange smelling sage brush in search of the hidden man. A few trees needed to be watered of course, but he was doing a great job working his nose.
The ground was steep as we climbed up the mountain and I was out of shape. The elevation of Los Alamos is 7,000 feet. I really need to go to the gym more often!
The soft grass quickly morphed into sand the color of the sunset and sandy rocks with wavy lines to match. Wonderful scented pines towered over the high desert landscape, providing green among the reds, oranges, and yellows of the surrounding rocks. I tried to keep up with my little monster, but mostly resorted to walking. I can’t imagine actually doing a long task out in these mountains with my low altitude body.
Maybe I need to train for Ironman or something…
Grom shows no lack of athletic ability as he literally runs circles around me.
We crossed several narrow but steep drainages as we criss-crossed the side of the mountain. Grom disappeared over each rise, leaping like a desert coyote after a taunting crow, a huge grin on his face showing me how much fun he was having.
After a few minutes, Grom vanished over a rise into yet another drainage with his ears up and forward. The little guy must have caught scent of something or someone. I labored up to the hiking trail overlooking the drainage ahead when Grom came bounding back barking his little head off.
Off we raced towards the drainage ahead, Grom taking the trail to the drainage instead of back tracking the way he had come. He ran down the trail past the drainage then made a sharp right turn downhill. Did this dog have any idea where he was going?
Half way down the hill I noticed a man sitting happily against a huge rock, waiting to play with a nice little black dog. Where was the dog?
I pretend not to see the hidden man and walk towards my little search dog.
“What in the hell is he doing? The man is RIGHT THERE!”
Looking at Grom sniffing at the ground I shrug my shoulders and ask, “Where is he?”
Grom looks at me uninterested and continues investigating the ground. I walk forward to see what he was sniffing at and found an entire dear skeleton, nothing but bleached bones from the desert sun.
It was my turn to look confused.
“For Pete’s Sake that man has your TOYS!”
I called him off the bones and restarted him with his search command.
“Oh, right! I was doing something”
Grom takes off towards the man, runs back, and gives a weak bark. Heck, at this point I would take anything. I gave the dog the “show me where the man is” command and allowed the poor guy to finally play with the dog.
Grom, of course, thought everything was just fine. I, of course, threatened to serve him with a side of noodles.
Next up: Attempts to solve the problem.