We recently spent a week in New Hampshire. It was an unparalleled experience for our dog.
While Baxter was was born homeless in a rural area, he’s been a city dog ever since we adopted him. He’s a very happy pup, but he’s used to being boxed in. By our apartment. By the city. By the length of his leash. Even in Prospect Park, he’s all too aware of where his world ends. This is not true of New Hampshire.
We had Baxter on extremely long lead and he would just go to the very end of it and gaze into the distance. He wouldn’t move a muscle. He never got tired of it. It was a pleasure to watch him stare, quietly and patiently, into the distance, thinking whatever it is that dogs think. This photograph perfectly captures the the essence of what we were both feeling at that moment.
Here’s another picture of Baxter.
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