4 October ~2014.
Years ago in the Wind Rivers a fox screamed in the middle of the night. One of my borders leaped into the tent for protection. The other one leaped out of the tent to find that fox. Last night I saw what little Beau is made of on his first backpack trip. Coyotes howled at 4am. He was at the tent door, scrapping at the zipper to go out and find them. (my little Mountain Dog.)
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