Well, here we are, about to camp in the Jemez Mountains in New Mexico when I lose faith. For the first time, the boys fight. Actually it was Oliver who fought. Harold just screamed in surprise and pain. I screamed. I didn’t hold my calm and assertive presence as Cesar Milan tells us to, no, I screamed and pounded my fist on Oliver’s thick skull to no avail. Finally Harold tore himself free, and that was exactly what he did, the ear shows where the teeth did not let go. Harold hid in the truck. I yelled at Oliver and Rosie ran around unsure what to do.
How am I meant to trust all three in the 4Runner now? How do we all sleep in there together like we have?
Harold, my number one child, is seven this spring, a big happy furry sensitive collie and akita mix. He’s a total mama’s boy.
Rosie, the middle child, is three. She’s mostly white with brown patches on her ear and bum. She’s the smallest at 45#s, a mix of retriever, pittie and akita we think.
Oliver, the three year old, is apparently coming into his own, the little blighter. Tall and rangy, he’s a long distance runner, eating six cups of food a day and still showing ribs after a good run in the morning. He reminds us of a minature Great Dane, all legs and hound-dog eyes.
I’m stuck as to what to do. It’s been almost a week since the fight and Harold is now scared of Ollie who seems oblivious of any changes, wagging and submitting to Harry, wriggling like he used to. I’ve kept him on a leash much more than before but since I’ve been home for the week with laryngitis it’s not our usual routine. I’ve not left them for more than a few hours, none of the ten hour days three times a week when I work in town 45 minutes away. I’d usually leave them in the yard up here in the mountains, but now, do I leave them all together and hope for the best? It’s not like there are separate rooms in my little adobe cabin. Just a living/bed/office room that’s 18×18 and a kitchen off the east that is 8×18 at most.
The other dilemna like I mentioned is the upcoming trip, one of many. This weekend to the Jemez for a wedding. Then the Overland Expo in Arizona, camping along the way on the blue highways in NM and AZ, finding lakes and mountains and little else. Then off we go to Colorado with my brother and his girlfriend visiting from England.
Risk Management was never a strong point of mine. I’ll have to learn fast though. I have a week.