I had good intentions but my little fishing trip with Elvis didn’t turn out as I’d planned. I had planned on taking Elvis fishing and then afterwards, lunch at the Power County Search and Rescue Salmon BBQ. It was their annual fund raiser and they fly in hundreds of pounds of fresh Salmon from Alaska, several thousand people attend the BBQ, and they have terrific raffle items.
However the water is so high that, at least where I went, the river was only accessible in a couple of places; everywhere else was either heavy brush or lava cliffs. Then we got into some dry cheat grass and Elvis was covered with the seeds so I was afraid that he would get some in his ears. So we returned home without going to the BBQ, and I found several wood ticks on both Elvis and me. The afternoon was spent in tick prevention mode.
I took Elvis because he seemed to have taken Sophie’s death pretty hard and I figured a change of scenery was what he needed. After Sophie passed away, he would occasionally go to her favorite dog house and look inside it, he’d been quite listless, little appetite, refused snacks, and spent much of the time sleeping on her dog bed which is in our walk-in closet (Elvis’ man-cave). He also decided to sleep on her bed rather than his own crate.
Even though the fishing trip was a complete failure, the outing may have been what he needed because after a couple of days, his appetite has come back, he’s energized and playing, and is back to sleeping in his own crate.