Last month we went to a workshop held at home in the mountains near Evergreen. We were early, so we went looking for snapshots to pass the time. The homeowner had an outdoor cat that would climb on your lap at every chance, and a stereotypical hyper-energetic little yappy dog that was always underfoot.
But he also had an old, tired hunting dog with gray creeping into his fur. That old dog just ambled from nap to nap, with an occasional stop for a belly rub. This seemed to be one of his favorite spots, flopped down on the edge of the deck with his nose sticking out into the air twelve feet above the ground.
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