Our wild and strong R is also our sweet and sensitive R. I know that it's hard to know that from the action-packed photos that I generally show of him. Outwardly, he seems to have an indomitable spirit.
When he was a pup, we tried our best to expose him to as many new situations as possible, including all sorts of people and children, so that he wouldn't end up with fears like this one. Last night's episode the third time that he's had a panic attack with these kids. We've been hoping that it was a phase that would pass but I'm starting to worry that it won't.
By this morning, R was back to normal and went for a romp with the Runner. K and I cross-country skiied in the forest behind our house. She bounded through the crusty snow like a puppy in the sunrise light.
We meandered in a different direction because K was overly interested in following that animal, whoever he was. When we hit open ground again, she ran like the wind.
Fortunately, the wind died as suddenly as it started. When it let up, I had already turned around to go home, having decided that wind was too strong for me to ride safely. Then, unexpectedly, I felt peace and quiet fall over our neck of the woods. I turned around again, and restarted my ride. It turned out to be fun despite the stormy start.
The roads had been completely deserted during the wind's onslaught. During the wind's hiatus, people started emerging from their dens. More than one person opened their car window and yelled "you go girl"!
I love that kind of encouragement!