Friday, August 11, 2017

Dog Before Whales

   While touring the old Taos Pueblo on overcast April 3, this year,  I looked toward their sacred Mountain with my camera in one hand and a disc of fried dough in the other.  This fellow calmly joined me to confidently let me know he would definitely like a bite of my lunch.  It felt like we had known each other for years, maybe in another lifetime.  So of course I parsed out the lion's share of bread to him, and he ate it politely, bit by bit.  Then I went on my way across the stream while he turned back to mingle with the pack.

   I love the way that pack of dogs ran free through the narrow alleys and paved roads and ceremonial ground of the community.  They seemed to belong to no one and everyone but mostly to themselves.   I saw no fights, no harm, as they moved through their day, fending for themselves.  Isn't this fellow a right beauty!

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