It’s possible our RoadDog learned a lesson this summer.
I say it’s possible, because I’m not really sure if the lesson sunk in or not, but from a human perspective it was sort of obvious and really funny.
It happened when we were visiting P.E.I. We stopped to check out the Orwell Corner Historic Village, a place somewhat like Ross Farm. It’s a beautiful spot, not too far from Charlottetown, well worth a visit if you happen to be on the island.
After seeing the store and gardens and blacksmith shop, we headed towards the barns. For some reason, Jake took exception to several ducks gathered in a pen attached to a poultry coop. He started to growl and then barked a few times, something he almost never does (except when I don’t get his dinner on the plate fast enough, but that’s a totally different sound). He strained on his leash and rushed toward the ducks, which took cover inside the coop.
Steve and I gently scolded Jake for chasing the ducks, although I have to admit we were laughing, mostly because it was so out of character for our boy. I looked through a window in the chicken coop and saw a not-too-happy rooster and warned Jake not to mess with the poultry again.
What I probably should have said is never take on the small animals just in case there’s some sort of communication going on and the bigger animals find out.
Our next stop was a barn where we looked into a stall of pigs and continued walking along. I was carrying Jake so he wouldn’t get into anything messy (it was a barn and our boy does like anything that smells bad), when a goat suddenly popped its head up with its hoofs on the side of the stall. It didn’t startle me exactly, but Jake certainly was not expecting it. He looked at the goat and the goat looked at him and neither one was really too sure about the other.
Poor Jake only got more confused from that point forward, since the next building was a horse barn. Once more in my arms, or maybe I hadn’t put him down, our Cairn came face to face with a very large equine. The horse was a very docile creature, no doubt accustomed to two and four-legged visitors, but Jake was not used to meeting up with anything the size of a horse. He didn’t shy away, but it was pretty obvious from the expression on his face that he was not too sure about the situation.
He didn’t bark or growl at that horse at all.