Maybe it’s the crystalline air scrubbed clean by several days of cold hard rain. Maybe it’s the morning sun on the back of my neck as we crest the Polly Geraci Trail up on Pulgas Ridge before we settle in on our favorite rock. Or, maybe it’s the caffeine fully kicking in, it’s been a few minutes since my last cup from my old thermos. No, I think it’s Stella’s eyes telling me to take note of this special time, asking if I recognize that squawking jay or caught the redtail hawk soaring overhead, making sure I'm appreciating the vivid colors rising on the horizon.
She sees it all, smells even more, conveys it to me, subtly, with tips of her head, occasionally, with squints of her eyelids. She never barks when we’re out on a trail, not even when she chases a rabbit or jumps a quail. She saunters ahead, but not too far, stealthily scouting for new smells and unsuspecting little creatures hiding beneath the sage brush. She clearly savors the silence and the solitude as much as I do.
Beautiful! She’s a great pup👍🏻
Perfect!