by Greg
Trina left me alone with the dogs for a few days while she was out of town. Dogs are a man's best friend? I wanted to take excellent care of them. So we loaded up and headed up out of the desert heat to camp, ride and play where it was cool and green and where everything seemed to be blooming. Dirt and dogs. Mud and dogs. Flowers and dogs. Dust and dogs. Starry nights, bugs, ancient fossils, narrow trails, aspen trees, remote tracks. And dogs.
Porcupine tracks, but no porcupine encounters.
Yes, there's a dog in that dust.
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