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It’s no wonder that dogs are so attracted — for them, the trail presents a bounty of smells and intrigue. Not a canine that travels it — on-leash or off — fails to leave a mark. The trail is also bordered with grasses, trees and weeds that feral cats and other animals like to hide in.
Don’t get the wrong impression — we do live in an urban area. Our trail runs parallel to and crosses really busy streets at various points. But the sometimes-gravel, sometimes-paved pathway also leads through swaths of gnarled trees (which provide great cover for someone’s backyard chickens) and passes by a bad-smelling creek. This trail is like a little artery of nature running through our part of Kansas City.
In that sense, the trail itself is wayward. It is a departure from the concrete, glass and metal of regular city living and therefore bears an obvious appeal for animals that — even after thousands of years of domestication by humans — still like to dig in the dirt and roll in the grass. Those are doggy urges I can understand. We usually spot loose dogs because we are outside digging in the dirt and tearing out grass for a massive and possibly too-ambitious food garden project.
In just the past month, we have found ourselves dropping our spades to chase after other people’s wayward pit bulls, a border collie, a half-deaf and half-blind old mutt, and a beagle. Some of them we caught; some of them we chased unsuccessfully; at least two of them we happened to unknowingly chase right back onto their own family’s property.