When I say chicken dog I don’t mean that she herds the chickens together or that she eats chickens. I mean she is afraid of everything. She is a 100 pounds and is scared of everything. If you change something in the house she is afraid of it. She won’t go in the kitchen because that scares her. She hates going to my daughter’s because of the wood floors also scare her. We were camping one time and this tiny dog came running out of the grass barking at her and she took off running. I was out walking her one day in the winter and some other dogs came up to take a sniff. She took off running and it was icy, so try to guess what happened. I slide on the ice and fall on the road. I hit my butt and head. My glasses go flying off my face which I didn’t know until I got to the park and couldn’t read something. When I got back to the place I fell they had been run over. She is getting better since she has been out hiking, as far as other dogs are concerned. We were going down all these steps to go look at the Yukon river and she got halfway down the steps turned, ran back to the van. On the same trip we stopped at a place to get a closer look at the Yukon River. There was a really cool bridge you had to walk across. She didn’t think so, but with David pushing the back-end and me pulling the front end we got her across. Then going back across she was fine. Anyway she is still the best dog ever. I am glad my son, Dusty, is staying at the house to take care of her while we are gone.
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