More of a
shaggy dog tale
Commentary by JoELLEN
COLLINS
At any rate, I
want to thank the Ketchum police and fire departments for their kind
response to my plea for help. I realize I am lucky that someone else
didn’t need them at that moment.
Heading over the
crest of Elkhorn Road towards the Dollar Mountain lifts and Sun Valley
Resort offers me every single morning another reason to delight in my
hometown. This morning the early dawn sun lit the Boulder Peaks with
pink and peach swaths thrown across remaining bits of snow, and the
green on the hills was still vivid before summer’s change to a palette
of warm yellow-browns. One more item for my gratitude list, I say.
I am reminded also
of the generosity of the Wood River Valley’s inhabitants. A recently
published letter by Meg Monday thanking the many donors who raised funds
for her medical bills is only one of dozens of examples of the kindness
of our neighbors. While some may grate at small-town intrusiveness, this
is the other side of the coin. Friends are there when we need them.
And then, just a
few days ago I was filled with rueful laughter and an overwhelming sense
of joy that I live in what might be called a dog-friendly town. I have
written before in this venue about the kidnapping and rescue of my
then-puppy Oscar, a long-haired Jack Russell, and his exploits have
become the source of storytelling at the elementary school where I work.
Now he is the namesake of Gallery Oscar and can be seen there most days
overlooking its activities with his pound-puppy sister, Olivia.
Oscar is 6 years
old and supposedly less impetuous than in his puppy days. However,
caring for him during his hours at the gallery has been trickier of late
because a family of foxes has made a temporary home underneath the
building. Oscar, whose ancestors were bred to chase foxes and root them
out of burrows, has been obsessive in his desire to get beneath the
gallery. We had mounted a plan to keep him away from them until they
depart for the more "wild" hills nearby, but the other day
someone removed a boulder we had placed at the only remaining possible
entrance for Oscar. The foxes, incidentally, have many other tunnels for
exiting and don’t need to be fed or helped by well-meaning people.
In a moment of our
inattention, Oscar, though leashed and supposedly secure, broke free and
dashed under the gallery. After several hours he was still there. It is
said that some tenacious Jack Russells will die of starvation under a
building rather than leave a fox alone. My fears were intensified when I
noticed that his barks came from one particular spot, a heating vent.
Sure enough, he was scratching from under the vent and it soon became
apparent that he had gotten his leash entangled and couldn’t get free.
I made many panicked attempts to reach him, tried to see if a crawl
space was sufficient, and finally called the Ketchum Police’s Animal
Control.
Within five
minutes an officer was on the scene and soon determined that the crawl
space was too daunting for anyone not in the proper gear, especially
with the possibility of an angry mother fox nearby. Soon thereafter a
paramedic vehicle showed up and a kind young man dressed in protective
clothes and gloves tackled the problem. It took him a long time in a
very tiny space, reminding me of old "Tom and Jerry" cartoons
where critters flatten out when large objects hit them. I couldn’t
imagine how he fit in the space. He did succeed in cutting the leash and
Oscar was free.
There are, of
course, some lessons in this near-debacle. One is obvious: we are
surrounded by wildlife. A naturalist told Don DeVore, owner of Gallery
Oscar, that there are probably 200 to 300 adult foxes in the combined
cities of Ketchum and Sun Valley, alone. How do we handle the resultant
conflict of interests humanely?
While I think I am
a responsible dog owner, I realize that I have to be even more wary and
careful with keeping my dogs away from danger…and away from the
temptation of harming other animals. Recently a woman hiking up to
Pioneer Cabin with her two dogs encountered a large bear. Luckily, her
dogs responded to the "Come" command and they made a safe
descent down the mountain and away from the bear. But less well-trained
dogs might have not obeyed and met a disastrous fate.
At any rate, I
want to thank the Ketchum police and fire departments for their kind
response to my plea for help. I realize I am lucky that someone else
didn’t need them at that moment.
Thus, I have
discovered another reason to appreciate living here. Those people who
serve the community are not remote, as they might be in a big city.
Every time I have ever had to speak to a postal worker, a local
politician, fireman or law enforcement officer, I have been treated with
respect and courtesy. I know that I am not a faceless citizen. Last year
this time I noted the desecration of a beloved campsite in Corral Creek.
Within three days the Forest Service had cleaned it up and fixed it so
that vehicle drivers could no longer drive up to the spot and leave
messes. I thanked that agency then, and now I can add to my gratitude
list the non-judgmental, courteous and hard-working police and firemen
who gave me my doggie back.