September 3, 2008
Toby Houndsmith, dog and trusty companion, takes a moment to stretch the summer day out of his withers. From field to field, the day had been long, nearly unbearable. But the hay bailing is done, and someone awaits the both of them — driver and dog — at home. I was heading out, just beginning my night. I hadn’t worked, and yet my body still ached. The flat pain of something worked my gut, and to alleviate the flare-ups of what I had so long suppressed, I watched the truck glide seamlessly down the country road, Toby going to a better place than I.

Toby Houndsmith, dog and trusty companion, takes a moment to stretch the summer day out of his withers. From field to field, the day had been long, nearly unbearable. But the hay bailing is done, and someone awaits the both of them — driver and dog — at home.

I was heading out, just beginning my night. I hadn’t worked, and yet my body still ached. The flat pain of something worked my gut, and to alleviate the flare-ups of what I had so long suppressed, I watched the truck glide seamlessly down the country road, Toby going to a better place than I.

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