…this hurtling through an upstairs hallway aimed at YOU. What I experience every night as Raebert returns from his pre-bedtime outing to me. It is so swift, so violent, so thundering, that I haven’t managed yet to capture it on video. I promise to try harder. His brakes are as instantaneous as his acceleration. He comes to a halt an inch from my face, gives me a kiss, and then goes for a drink of water.

This post is, to be honest, a placeholder. So I’ll always know where to find this treasure trove so thoughtfully provided by Lake.

I say “imagine,” but I doubt it’s possible. Living with a deerhound is truly a life-changing experience. You can’t know what that’s like without doing it. Not a challenge or a boast, just a humbling fact. Well, I feel humbled anyway.