A RUN IN THE BACKYARD IS GOOD FOR THE DOG. So the dog heads up the hill on the run, far up the hill, with the world behind him. Three thousand vertical feet later the dog looks over the ever beautiful Lake Blanche. Dogs do not belong along the lake in this watershed area, but then this dog is but a metaphor for me. Now and again a dog should run free. The breeze picks up as the sun goes behind a cloud. Soon enough when Matthew arrives there will be work to be done, counting to be done. Now the free high air is its own reward, the way it is and will always be for someone who still runs trail after four dozen sprained ankles.
When Matthew gets here, we will start again our search for Dodie.
Is that a pic of you Joe?
Posted by: Agitprop | July 21, 2005 at 09:27 AM
Wow, I could do some serious trail riding there with that there dog!
Posted by: Missouri Mule | July 21, 2005 at 03:04 PM