Found Objects including my Catahoula

The first photo is my Catahoula found hound, Shadow. The second photo is of objects I picked up on my early morning walk today. I did not pick up a rather nice piece of ornamental garden fence because I had two dogs on leash. Two pieces of a broken glass insulator, some turquoise colored stuff that must be plastic but breaks like rock, a spoon, one of two I've found this week, a penny, 1990 I think, and a piece of grey rock with a layer of lava spread thinly on top. Spoons are so common by the side of the road. Do people sell drugs by the spoonful? Seems unlikely, but since my years on the road I have only found three or four forks but I've collected enough spoons to overstock my van. I've found a lot of knives from switch blades to skinning knives to boy scout knives to just regular table knives, but nowhere nearly as many as spoons. The lava is my day's favorite. There are extensive lava beds to the north, so I think it was probably used as fill once. There is a pink glitter in the lava. I tried to scrape it out, but it seems to be integral. You wouldn't find iron pyrites or copper flakes in lava would you?

I spent too much time yesterday reading up on Catahoulas. I really need to find a happy ranch home for my 'rescued' Catahoula dog Shadow. I started out looking for a place to advertise, but I ended up getting into the history. The story goes that De Soto brought greyhounds and mastiffs with him to the South. Being dogs, they interbred with Choctaw dogs that may or may not have been domesticated red wolves. A French dog called a Bouceron may or may not have been involved, and certainly the hunting and working dog that evolved must have had a lot more genetic strands in its identity.

Probably ownership of Catahoulas should be limited to people who want to tree bears and mountain lions at least three times a week, or people who hunt wild hogs daily or people who move livestock around all the time. I do not qualify. Apparently they are often aggressive. Shadow is not. Her habit of exposing her front teeth and snarling and snapping is simply an invitation to get into some sort of high energy game with her. She is almost spookily intelligent and I sometimes think that she has a very similar sense of humor to mine. Perhaps, like me, Attention Deficit Disorder will prevent her from achieving her full intellectual potential, though as can be seen from the photograph, she is capable of intense focus.
Last night she devoured a paper wrapped burrito she found on the road, then she took a plunge into an irrigation ditch and immediately started gagging and coughing. I thought she had paper stuck in her throat, but I put my hand into her throat as far as it would go and found nothing. She was gagging and coughing all night, so then I thought she had kennel cough, but this morning she seems fine. Maybe the burrito had too much hot sauce on it.