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Poca and her master, Criag Roepke, "talk" philosophically.

A colleague had this screen saver on her computer: “I wish I were half the man my dog thinks I am.” That got me to thinking, “What a good dog might want its human partner to really be...or not?”

Two: The Morning After

Two: The Morning After

The next morning he shrugged late out of the sleeping bag. From the east the clouds erupted in braided reds and yellows.

The dog snuffled about the rocks, checking for a mouse. To the west a full moon-- Continue reading

One: What a Night!

The little dog flowed through grass and bushes, twisting and nosing, then she turned abrupt up a small rise and just short of the top, skidded to a stop. Fifty yards back, he broke into a jog, the hea-- Continue reading

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