09 Jun 14. Now those of you who have met Maggie know that she has at least a couple of not so endearing traits, such as barking and barking and barking at strangers of all kinds and being a total coward, actually often scared by even the slightest noise. The two behaviors don't go to well together. Add to this that she will take off paying no attention to what she is supposed to do if she comes across an interesting smell. So when I took her on her first walk among the bison I had her on a very short run, actually a 30 foot leash that I had hauled in to less than 3 feet. To my surprise she stayed right next to me and didn't even give the critters a solid look, let alone bark at them. Perhaps 1,500 pounds of mass, with horns, made her think twice! After that first exposure she walked calmly with me whenever we went walking among them which made my life a bit easier. However, on our last day there, as we returned from our long walk she spotted a lone red dog and just had to go after it. She didn't get far because the leash put a quick stop to the effort, but that didn't keep her from trying with her tail waging about 20 cps. She really wanted to play with the "little" guy. Much to my surprise, this lone calf, separated from the rest of the herd by about three blocks was just as interested in Maggie as she was in him. At first he ran away, then came closer to look at her carefully, then took off to join the herd and his mama only to return in about 2 minutes to have another serious look at Maggie. I have never seen a young mammal run as fast as these calves can go! Meanwhile, Maggie was going crazy trying to break free of me to go play with the calf. It was quite an interesting encounter, and I thought seriously of letting her off the leash, but since she doesn't respond to voice commands at all, I figured it was better to keep her corralled than to have to spend a couple of hours trying to get her back, especially if she had decided to play with the calf in the herd. Here is that calf on the return trip giving Maggie, who is at my side, a serious check out! Now there should be little doubt in your mind as to why they are called red dogs, at least not the red part. Nikon D300s; 18 - 200; Aperture Priority; ISO 200; 1/400 sec @ f / 7.1.