4 thoughts on “1.29.11”

1. In the sweet, old days when I had Goldens I always knew by the sound of the low growl and the raised hackles that the coyote was passing by. I wonder what ancestral resonance runs thru a dog’s bones at the sound of a pack of coyotes in full yip?

   January 30, 2011 at 11:33 am

2. I am always impressed by how you say so much with so little. You draw great pictures with few words.

   January 30, 2011 at 4:58 pm

   • Thank you, Mark.

     February 9, 2011 at 12:26 am
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