|One Very Large Dog.. Not!|
Charging full speed, with fierce barking, they bound to the fence line with enough force to easily clear the five foot height without breaking stride. Fortunately they haven't quite grasped that ability as yet, so they to date have remained on their side of the barrier.
To say poor little Max is intimidated is a understatement of monumental proportions. He quivers in fear, completely forgetting the reason he is outside in the first place.
He was working an area about 10 ft away, but with a simple calm call, he was curious enough to come over to the fence and allowed me to rub his forehead, and pet his neck. Maxwell all the while quietly watching and studying my movements, noting the lack of concern in my manner.
They both seemed comfortable and accepting of each other. The horse just kept on with his grass munching, and Max, tail a wagging was completely enthralled with this Really Big Dog!
On the return trip I passed a south bound freight train. It dawned on me, it would be crossing the same spot where I missed a head on shot last week, I made a point of staying in front of it far enough to position myself to catch that shot this time. For once I was smart enough to park after I had crossed the track, so that once catching the locomotive as it passed I could continue on my way home.
Mama didn't raise a rocket scientist, but I'm not a total dummy either.