Melly and Rick are always making me do things that are “good for me” but that I don’t want to do. Their latest kick is for us to go for a walk down the dirt road that leads to our house. That would be okay if it weren’t for the dogs. Do you see how I’m pressing my nose to Rick’s knee in the photo above? That is because if you look a little closer you will see a killer dog, saliva dripping from its fangs, is watching me from behind a flimsy wire fence.
This is what my fur looks like when I am afraid. It is also what my fur looks like when I am really happy. You’ll just have to take my word for it that I am afraid in the photo above. Being with Rick helps me stay calm though.
Melly and Rick say it is good for me to go on these excursions because it teaches me the way home. That’s ridiculous because if I never leave home, I’ll never have to know the way back! But they say what if something scares me and I panic and run away? And I say, what could scare me more than those dogs? Alas, it is an argument I cannot win. He/She who holds the leash, makes the rules.
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Video of my walk
I don’t know why people say a walk in the country is peaceful and relaxing. Not near us it isn’t! Every single house has at least one dog and mostly more than one! Even without their terrible teeth, they make an awful racket.
Once we get past the dogs, I can see that we are almost home. Home is where the capybara’s heart is. You can see how much calmer I am. I don’t have my nose on Rick’s knee and my fur is all flat and comfortable.
Right in front of the house was a nice puddle where I was able to take a good roll. The mud in the puddle is not the best through, it is too thin and watery. Still, it was very refreshing and managed to wash away the last of my fear. We capys always feel safer in the water.