Close Encounters of the Wild Kind

We've been going for hour long rambles in the grazing reserve. The grazing reserve is thousands of acres of wilderness and fields that's beside Elk Island National Park. All in all, a lot of undeveloped and protected land filled with wildlife ranging from moose, deer, coyotes, cougars, black bears, fowl and birds. You get the picture...

On one evening walk I spotted a coyote. Thank goodness it saw us before the dogs saw it and beat a hasty retreat. Last night, as we passed one of the shallow sloughs I could see something swimming in it. Something Diva also saw. Head and tail in the air she ran full tilt, barking, into the water. Stomach in my throat and sphincter sufficiently tight, I hollered at her to come back. My imagination went wild with images of Diva bloodied and mauled by the swimming creature. Diva was fearless, and not in a good way! She was giving no quarter. At least until the huge beaver hit the water with it's tail, splashing her and scaring her with the loud bang. Thankfully, she came running back.

Today, we were passing the dug out in our usual walking field when the dogs spotted a Canadian Goose. For the record Canadian Geese are large and not known for being nice. Once again using my holler I tried to redirect the dogs. No go. And what dog was the worst? You guessed it. Diva. The little fart chased the goose into the water. She was chest deep before she stopped. Once she decided the goose was sufficiently put into it's place she returned to me.

That little fart is the devil! But oh so full of character...