When Robbie’s out in the woods, the garden, or the orchards, he finds himself dancing through a world surging with sounds and scents.  With hearing that reaches below the ground and high into windy branches, and sensing hidden fragrances in abundance, he sees so much more than I can perceive.  His faculties make him a part of a community invisible to me, one replete with enticements and wonders.  Everything of which he is aware might be something to eat!  It might be someone with whom to play!

As he listens and senses, perhaps he imagines the exhilaration of the hunt, the intrigue of the quest.  His world is teeming with excitement.  I can only watch him and vicariously enjoy his thrill and the waves of shivering anticipation or wonder that ripple across his beautiful, golden fur, and that cause his black pupils to rapidly open and close within the pale rim of his eyes.

Music by Kevin Trammel ©