A typical walk first thing in the morning after I get home from night shift. Not yet seven o'clock but already starting to feel he heat, humidity and mosquitoes as there wasn't a whisper of a breeze.
Reflections in the pools left behind by the previous day's thunderstorms, typical summer weather.
An unaware Rusty quickly pulled off into the bushes for the man pedaling hard with his bottom in the air.
An uncouth type playing loud music and emanating grim determination. The second guy along in spandex was much less hard core, cycling hard but with a pleasant good morning to the imbecile and his dog.
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Rusty, third from bottom: "and I, I took the one less traveled by."
That's him. I have had dogs much of my life and he is outstanding- smart affectionate wild and self reliant all at once. At the risk of being disappointed I would seek out a Carolina Dog to adopt if I outlive Rusty and have space in my old age for one more dog.
My favorite essay on the subject which I think I have posted before. Rusty all the way:
https://bittersoutherner.com/carolina-dogs#.XT1wIfJKiM8
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