What is it about paths, that they are everywhere, and we are always on them? I have three very different dogs – a working dog and companion, a love dog, a guard dog, or perhaps a guardian dog. I used to think it was the old path at Bedlam Farm that was so beautiful, but now I see it is the dogs and their generous and loving spirits, that is what is so beautiful and they being it wherever they go. How did I get such dogs? Do we get the dogs we need? Do they become what we want them to be? Or do we have something to do with it, in the sense that what is inside of us is communicated to them through their astonishing instincts. The lives of dogs.