Saturday, July 26, 2014
This is the main doorway to Nelson Greene's barn. It's where Gibson and I get most of our hay (one of our many hay banks around the county). He never hesitates to follow wherever I go. When I leap up into a barn, he leaps behind me. I called him to me from inside the timber cathedral and he took a seat like a king looking over his kingdom. I sometimes wonder if he knows he is living a life so many dogs could only dream of. I think he does.