Today is Emma’s death day (you would expect a student of Victorian Lit. to hold such memorials). The change in seasons is always more difficult without the girls venturing forth with me each day, discovering the changes as they accumulate into a seasonal reality. When you train dogs to track something marvelous happens. Their noses become an extension of your own sense. Their observations become additional information for your brain. Together you speak the language of wonder with a vocabulary of discovery. It’s seamless, immediate, and more than a little thrilling.
How can you be sad when you were given such a gift?
Go celebrate dogs today by finding one to draw!