The Off-Leash Dog, Her Human & My Negative Beliefs
Lukas and I, out for our daily sniffari in the nature preserve, see you in the distance. Gloriously off leash, off-trail and messing with the fox dens. I’m sure you smell that beautiful litter of kits who was born there. We counted four last April. But do you know we’re hoping they return? I don’t think so because you’re now digging at their den.
Where is your human?