When I parked on BLM land in New Mexico, I was exhausted.
It was cold and windy. I had driven for several days with little rest.
After checking in with mom and Zack, I put Snickers in the camper and we both fell hard asleep.
A few hours later, I woke up. I got out of the camper bleary eyed and disoriented. As I stepped around the back, I looked up to see the biggest Rottweiler I’ve ever seen standing silently about 20 yards away.
He was just staring at me. I froze. I told Snickers “stay” while I quickly snapped on her leash. She growled. I hoped the Rottweiler didn’t charge us. But he was so silent and staring so hard, I was concerned. The few times I was attacked by dogs, it always started this way.
As I cautiously backed toward the camper door, my eyes refocused and I realized this was no giant Rottweiler – it was a black cow enjoying some free range grazing while checking out the weirdo in the tiny camper.
I’d have snapped a picture, but by the time I thought of it, it was too late.
Once my heart stopped racing, I couldn’t stop laughing.