…so…we’re not supposed to head down the hill. In fact, it is expressly forbidden. I don’t know what got into Auggie. Or me, for that matter. All I know is that it was a glorious day & there were tasty aromas in the air. The rain had finally ended & there was a scintillating breeze ruffling my hairs – nose & otherwise. We were just taking it all in.
So there we were.
And then we weren’t.
That Auggie can move when he wants to. And I looked high & low. Couldn’t find him. Had he been scooped up by the Cooper’s Hawk that sits in the neighboring pine tree? I was getting stressed…Where was he?
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