4:15AM.
Sometimes, I’ll say the word ‘Fox’ to get the dogs moving. Today was one of those mornings. Remnants of rain dripped off the ole sycamores as we worked our way to the corner. ‘Let’s go see the fox’ I said…and they pulled this way and that. Two bunnies looked up from their nap and hopped away. I watched them as the dogs found a favorable spot to sniff. Out to our right, a fox trotted down the sidewalk and it took a few seconds for our brains to register it. Finn immediately lurched forward, crying his fox alert and Chewie did his Chewie thing, pulling and biting his leash and whipping his head back and forth. It’s quite the sight. Unbothered, the fox made his way by and as he crossed the street he turned back to look at us. You know me. I started talking to him. He sat down and appeared to listen as I promised him an egg and did my best to keep my guys settled. We worked our way home and I could see him following us, so I ushered the dogs into the backyard and ran into the house for the egg. When I returned to the front yard, I didn’t see him anywhere, so I left it by the front tree. A promise is a promise.
Happy Tuesday.
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