Sometimes, it just seems like there is an awful lot of bad news in the world. I enjoy this blog. It is quiet and peaceable blog. It reads like windchimes sound. This story made me particularly happy. I've been back to look at the pictures several times. I like looking at that old dog's face, the transformation from the first picture to the last.
You know, I found a dog once. I chased him down with a bucket of food. I sat down on the ground, a few feet from the bucket and I talked on and on as the dog watched me warily. Finally hunger brought him in. I blabbed on as he ate. Finally, he stopped eating. He studied me closely. He came up to me and I continued to talk as we stared each other in the eye. I can tell you the exact moment that dog made the decision to trust me. He buried his head in my shoulder and made a strange whistling whimper. And when, I stood up and said, "Let's go home," he came along with no hesitation. On the drive home, I named him Buck. I have him still.