Gutting another stuffed toy.

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This stuffed sheep came from a thrift shop, twenty-five cents, and Chico is having the best time pulling the stuffing out of it.
I’m jumping ahead again, but we’re visiting Buddy and his person, Jimbo, and the two pups are getting along very well. Chico doesn’t touch Buddy’s goose and Buddy doesn’t even look at Chico when Chico has the sheep or investigate the sheep when Chico isn’t busy with it. They are taking turns chewing a knuckle bone, something Buddy would normally bury.
And having another dog around has made Chico into quite an energetic eater and daily dinner-finisher. A guy can’t afford to be such a picky eater when there’s an eighty-five pound pooch close by who’d be glad to finish anything that you don’t care for.

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Alpine, Marfa, and the Big Bend, part 1

My reporting on the winter trip 2013/14 has been sporadic, not chronologically or geographically ordered, and I’m in the mood to try and set that straight. After that Peos River crossing, we went to Alpine and checked into a really cute, really dog-friendly, remodeled motor court called the Maverick Inn.

They had a great neon sign of the period.

They had a great neon sign of the period.

And while the rooms were not huge they were spotless and came with fridge and microwave, and bottled water; the breakfast was really good, Chico was welcome in the lobby (where I had to go to get any internet connection) and all over the grounds. The staff went out of their way to make friends with him, as did a lot of the guests. I really liked it there.

Cute, cute, cute.

Cute, cute, cute.

Alpine is a nice town, we spent half the first day walking around and looking:

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Amtrak stops here.

Amtrak stops here.

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Lots of murals in Alpine.

Lots of murals in Alpine.

Dan "Hoss" Blocker went to college here.

Dan “Hoss” Blocker went to college here.

Loved the light, the colors, the paint job.

Loved the light, the colors, the paint job.

That afternoon, I drove over to Marfa and didn’t visit the galleries, but looked around a little.

Cool wall.

Cool wall.

Nice detail on this house.

Nice detail on this house.

As usual, Chico experienced things the canine way.

As usual, Chico experienced things the canine way.

We called it a day around sunset and cruised back to the Maverick to have a quiet hotel-room New Years Eve and get ready to go see Big Bend National Park and the Rio Grande the next day.

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Pecos River crossing

Chico and I stayed in San Antonio for a few days at Christmas time. We left there on December 30 and headed for the Big Bend area of West Texas. Respecting my “get off the interstate!” credo, I took US 10 all the way to Alpine. We took a pee break where the road crosses the Pecos River.

The Pecos River valley, at US 90.

The Pecos River valley, at US 90.

Chico looks for "the spot."

Chico looks for “the spot.”

It just looks so darned "Western" to a New Englander.

It just looks so darned “Western” to a New Englander.

After this stop, we continued on to Alpine and a very nice little renovated motor court called the Maverick Inn which is so dog friendly it practically deserves its own post.

 

 

 

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Got’cha!

It’s Chico’s birthday/got’cha day today. He’s nine now.

The day flew by in a blur of travel, kind of a crappy deal for a guy who usually gets a long walk in a new place for his birthday, but we made it to Fallon, Nevada, and are checked into a dog-friendly Super 8 motel. I have a teensy container of vanilla ice cream in the hotel freezer for us to split after dinner as a birthday treat, and Chico got a birthday card!

Jacquie Lawson card for Chico

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Kill the toy

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Chico got this for Christmas. It lasted more than a week.

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Natchez

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On the way to Texas, we stopped in Natchez to see some antebellum homes.

IMG_20131224_150151Of course, Chico could only walk the grounds, but I did take the tour.

Not that the grounds were shabby.

Not that the grounds were shabby.

I was impressed that the view up the river extends for twelve miles,

Which made it a home for the Union Army for a number of months.

Which made it a home for the Union Army for a number of months during the War Between the States, as the guide called what we northerners know as the Civil War.

and by the way the house made the most of prevailing winds and high ceilings to cool the house in summer.

 

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Chillin’ on the sidewalk in Istanbul

This doggie is just sleeping, I checked.

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And I wrote this in October. Apologies for the delay in posting.

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USDAA trial, Belton, Texas

For Christmas, my whole family met at my brother and sister-in-love’s house in San Antonio, Texas On the 27th of December, Chico was entered in an agility trial in Belton, about two hours away. My niece, Nell, came with us and boy howdy, did that make the day extra fun! Chico had someone to hang out with while I volunteered in the ring and walked the course, I had company in the car, and our team had a videographer.

We played four games that day, Jumpers, Gamblers, Pairs, and Standard, and I have video (thanks Nell!) of Pairs and Standard.

In Pairs we played with a Golden Retriever, named Ringo, and his person, Mark. Just before the run, Chico was a bit aggressive to his partner. No big deal, but not ideal behavior on Chico’s part. Mark handled it well, as did Ringo, and when we all went in the ring, Chico was a bit subdued (some might say embarrassed or chagrined). That made him easy to handle, and I didn’t have to run real hard. We ran clean, and Ringo took down one bar. BUT that bar was not set to Ringo’s correct height and the judge noticed after the run started, so he let us both score as running clean. And that gave Chico and me our third Q in the beginner level of Pairs and a new title. So, next time we do a USDAA trial, if we want to, we can try moving up to the middle level in this game.

Our Standard run was actually very good. I pulled off to the left before Chico committed to the tunnel (obstacle two), so he went up the A-frame instead – a perfectly logical decision on his part: his prime directive is “stay with Annie” – which was really what I told him to do, so other than needing a second approach to the weave poles, he did a clean run, and he did pretty much exactly what I said to, it’s just that my directions were poor. But he got his contacts, and he he did the weave poles – I’m very happy.

Chico watching me do ring crew duties.

Chico watching me walk the course for Standard.
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The Rio Grande

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On New Year’s Day Chico and I drove along the Rio Grande, in the Big Bend, looking at Mexico.

And we stopped in Terlingua for the annual (Black-eyed) Pea Off.
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There were a lot of dogs in attendance, and many of their people were drinking beer (it is, after all, Texas) and not paying so much attention to canine relations, so I decided that Chico should stay in the car until I was finished eating. Then I let him get out, and he ran around, played a little fetch and some tug, had a pee, made some new friends – some nice folks hanging out at their car instead of in the middle of the crowd – and we called it quits. Stop on a high note. Don’t take Chico any deeper into the crowd than the outermost trash can.

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Coon Dog Cemetery

Driving through Northwest Alabama, as I made a GPS-directed turn, I saw that I was also going in the direction indicated by a sign reading “Coon Dog Cemetery.” When I saw a second sign towards the cemetery, I followed it, even though Gertrude the GPS was a bit upset by the change in plans.

In a few miles, I found the entrance:

IMG_20131223_123208_102Down a not-so-long driveway there’s a shelter with a guest book, and the graves of a number of Coon Dogs.

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A goodly number of graves.

A goodly number of graves.

And a couple of pretty spiffy biffies, women’s pictured here:

IMG_20131223_123914_682The graves have markers ranging from unmarked stones from the woods and stonewalls nearby, to hand carved, to what could be the marker of a human’s resting place.

IMG_20131223_123546_598IMG_20131223_123556_455IMG_20131223_123620_312I love the carved doggie on that stone for High Pocket.

And these hounds treeing a coon, how wonderful is that?

And these hounds treeing a coon, how wonderful is that?

There’s some history and contact info and an explanation of why only Coon Hounds can be buried here at the cemetery’s website.

What I understood was that Troop's owner decided to let Troop rest for all time in one of their favorite places.

What I understood was that Troop’s owner decided to let Troop rest for all time in one of their favorite places.

I freely admit that this stop touched me deeply, it brought tears to my eyes.

I'd be a nice place for a picnic too, if you ask me.

To me, it was well worth a look, and to Chico, it was a place to explore off leash – always appreciated.

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