3.24.17 Touched by the lengths

     Not rain nor sleet nor cold; not snow, not fatigue or face biting wind can prevent you from giving a good rousing walk to a big pup. So off we rambled down the farmers fields road, as a sudden snow storm left off, the road a bit soft beneath our feet, muddy bits between frozen reams of snow. 
     Far beyond at the turn of the dirt road I caught sight of someone small trotting up toward us... a small Coyote small as a Beagle! So beautiful and tiny and grey, with the small ruff of mane young ones gradually grow.
     They caught sight of us too, stopped quick, quickly and surreptitiously trotting back into the woods.
     I grabbed Dante, seeing him take notice, but not really.
     So I kept him distracted, with throw throwing of two balls, over and over , and declined the longer walk, so as to give that small one time to get some distance.
     I am forever touched by the lengths wild ones must go to,to survive the human dominated world. Bless them.