Philosophia Canis

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Today I took Rocky down a hillside, sat on the grass, and let him roam the edges of the woods, holding his lead in one hand. The tail is wagging, and the nose is snuffling like crazy. But, no matter how far I let him go, he wants to go farther. As a beagle, he is all about following a scent, not just smelling a scent.

At one point he starts to strain and pull, and I hold tight the lead. He pulls his body forward as far as he can, and gazes longingly in the distance. He wants more than he can have, more than he will have. And for a moment he's torn between continuing to struggle, maybe even howling in frustrated longing, and giving in to the limits and moving on. My wise and adorable dog turns, puts head to grass, and takes in the delights all around him.
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