Jada met her demise on the road in front of the house. We got Jada while living in Albuquerque NM. She was a nervous city dog moderately afraid of cars. We taught her to swim in the Peralta river drain that was Ariel's study site. She got to do some good hiking along the way. When we got the farm she kind of was in her element. She would swim circles in the pond by herself, roam the grounds and likely kept the coyote and deer to the edges, both became problems after she was gone. She knew to leave the chickens alone, and the cats, but some how manged to find several possums to harass. She was a good dog.
But she decided that part of her area was the road ditches, full of food wrappers, dead animals and all kinds of good stuff. She would stop at the gate if we were around, but go on through if we weren't. In the end she jumped out of the ditch at the wrong time. She died quick. The freaked out kid driver stopped and apologized. We buried her near the edge of the pond, possibly her favorite place.
Rest In Peace Jada
