They Act Like We’re in Their Space.
We are.
Most evenings since spring, Frank and I will tie our beagle, Mattie, on her run in the yard, and sit on the patio in the shade. She runs back and forth, sniffing, playing with her ball, rolling on her back in the brass, watching her domain for the appearance of rabbits afar. My other dog (Frank hasn’t taken to him y…
