Well, it took some doing. Ever since we removed the puppy from his natural beach environment six weeks ago, Chuy has been bereft of his beach. We told him he'd find it again in the summer when we returned. But he kept looking for his old familiar places and yesterday, he appeared to find it. There was no seaweed and no little boys to play with but Chuy was in his element.
On the southeast side of Picket Post Mountain we found a burbling mountain stream, shooting up over boulders and creating raceways and calm ponds. It was surrounded with sheer rock walls on the canyons and here and there were scattered just enough yucca and desert spoon that it looked like a movie setting. Chuy plunged right in!
He began biting at the mini-rapids that swooped past his mouth, trying to capture the rushing water. He picked up sticks with his mouth and watched them float down the stream. Several times he stuck his nose completely underwater and began digging furiously. I told Bill maybe he was trying his own version of panning for gold. Within twenty minutes, we had ourselves a thoroughly wet, thoroughly exhausted desert puppy.
I have never had the opportunity to see this much water in such an arid place. Everywhere we go up here in the mountains there are streams and rivulets and running water everywhere. I thoroughly expect it to be one of the best wildflower seasons ever. Guess I'd better get the I.D. books to classify them. But as for Chuy, he's finding out the desert may be the second best place to find a good beach. If only the little boys were here for him to play with...!
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