24th May 2011
The wolf appeared as a shadow darker than night, visible only as movement, as an outline around the tiny beads of moonlight reflecting in his eyes. He paced the tree line and then disappeared into the forest.
How could an eighty-pound, Boxer-mix, resc...
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06th May 2011
The trail was dark and quiet. Light and sound came only from tiny torches that cracked and sputtered at ankle height every fifty paces. One hundred paces for Nikita—dog paces, that is—having twice the legs of I!
She looked majestic in the fire light...
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11th February 2011
After a long (but never long enough) day of snowboarding in Beaver Creek, Colorado; I hit the jacuzzi while my best friend took a nap. She is an eighty pound Boxer-mix named Nikita, a beautiful dog. I felt bad she couldn't join me on the slope, so I hoppe...
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