The dogs know more about what’s going
… than I originally thought.
There are two of them, up here. Sometimes I can see them huddling up, and I know … Oh, yes, I know … that they are up to something. But most of the time they split up. Sure, they do a good job of barking when some squirrel gets too close to the house. But sometimes they just bark, to pretend that they are on top of things. At night, it is not uncommon for me to be sitting at my desk, or in one of the big chairs, reading, writing … and at some point I feel like there is someone staring at me. Yes. You must have dogs that do that too. I look up to see one of the dogs staring at me. And, in a split second, the dog looks away, and stares in a different direction. Sneaky. That’s what they are. Sneaky. This is the older dog, a mix between a German Shepherd and a Gold Retriever. She will sometimes wear my daughter’s lime green ski helmet, trying to disguise herself. Again: sneaky.
But when I go for a quick hike, or a walk through the woods, oh … one of the dogs jumps in. The enthusiasm that flows through her eyes, tail wagging, and she even has a prance as she is trotting along with me. She loves the wilderness. She loves me. She is a Wilderman Dog. Officially she is a Bernese Mountain Dog. But she is, unmistakably, a Wilderman Dog.