Six degrees of Dog

Katie-the-dog and I went rail running this brisk morning up through Morgan Territory. She's an eager and happy trail runner who has quickly learned how to pace along side me but still lapses into pulling her slower companion up hill despite constant "heel" commands and tugs on the leash. She's a constant pace runner I guess she and seems to forget her four-legged drive and weight advantage. Or at least that's how I'm interpreting the disapproving glances I get on the steep inclines.

We chanced upon a group of women hiking with their dogs. A brief conversation ensued as is usual for people with dogs (especially if the hill is steep, the dog is especially annoyed with the slowing pace, and the human wouldn't mind just an extra gulp of air). After revealing my dog was Made in China (she was a stray Taiwanese puppy rescued by a tourist), one of the hikers told me her friend also had adopted a rescue from Taiwan the same month as Katie. Litter mates! Unbelievable. Figure the odds!

Then add this to it: while visiting Bryce Canyon last week, I stopped the car to let Eric take a photo of a buck. Another car was there, as well. The driver was a fellow employee who was a also a co-worker in my old group.

Six degrees of Dog.