Dog stories. I imagine Frieda is finding the story of a mother rabbit, crossing the path with her offspring, wary of coyotes, foxes, owls. Perhaps one of them didn’t make it. Izzy is receiving the story of some wild turkeys, nesting off the path. Or perhaps of a mouse that did not make it past a hawk. Or some coyote who left his scat along his trail as he circled the firm, looking for a way into the barn. Or some deer crossing from the hills on their way to the water. Or an old spoon left by a farmer who died long ago.

It is important to consider the stories of dogs, as they are not our stories. If we imagine them, we can learn to communicate with them in a different way.