Robert U. Montgomery

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Pippa and the Fox

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I can't make up this stuff!

During our afternoon walk, Pippa darted off to my left to chase squirrels as we passed through a patch of woods. Seconds after she did, a young fox crossed just in front of me, going the same direction.

If he saw me, he didn't show it. But he definitely noticed Pippa. He stopped and studied her as she sniffed around a tree. Then he watched intently as she left the woods to roll and moan in some tall grass, as she does every day.

He was only about 10 feet from me and finally I said, "Hey, you," just to get his attention.

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Pippa and Zeus: Tales of Two Lost Dogs

Just about six years ago, I lost my best friend, Pippa.

I had adopted her a few months before. She was an adult dog who had spent her first two years of life in a shelter, and adjusting to life in the outside world was both exhilarating and frightening for her.

For example, with a stream-lined body, she was born to run, and now she could. And she did, often streaking in joyful manic circles around the yard after we came back from long walks. She daily rolled on her back in the grass, moaning ecstatically. And when it was just the two of us, she was the happiest dog in the world.

But strangers frightened her. So did sudden noises. And on that fateful day six years ago, a week before Fourth of July, someone set off firecrackers early on a Saturday morning.


Pippa loves rolling in the grass

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