Bud is usually busy working, chasing squirrels and chipmunks when I’m working in my studio. But every once in a while he comes inside, where both Fate and Zinnia often are. Mostly he sits in the doorway to make sure he doesn’t miss anything while Fate and Zinnia are sleeping.
Today he and Zinnia sat together. When a firetruck went by all three dogs ran outside. Fate and Bud howling like wild things with the siren.
Bud was too far away for me to see, but I watched as Fate stood, ears flat out listening. It was as if she was waiting for something she heard in the siren to touch something deep inside, an invitation to join in.
Like when jumping rope, when two other people are turning the rope. Waiting for just the right moment to jump in.
