As we depart Louisiana, our ride
through the state will be remembered for the continuous stream of
logging trucks that passed us and being chased by every dog in
Louisiana. Most of the trucks gave us plenty of room, but a few
provided an uneasy side draft. Most of the dogs were only interested
in a game of chase, but a few unfriendly and overly aggressive ones
received a squirt of water to the face, which surprised them and gave
us time to get away.
The first encounter with canines in Mississippi was of the friendly nature. A young dog followed us a half mile down the road, looking for attention and a few pets. I had to sound mean and strict in order for him to leave us and return home – even then it took a while for him to get the message. A mile later Lisa spotted a miniature horse and donkey in a field and decided that we needed to make new friends today.
The ride was short, only 45 miles, so we had time to socialize.
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