
... a dog can never tell you what she knows from thesmell of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know
almost nothing...
— Mary Oliver
from the poem "her grave"
I love our two dogs. Freja, the labrador, steals food, doesn't come when called, and can't walk properly on a leash. Kajsa, the hound mix, is terrified of everything, especially fireworks, thunder, and hot air balloons. With all their faults, there is something honest and unconditional about dogs, their devotion, endearment, and companionship. I can't imagine life without them. Charlottesville is covered in ice and snow today. School is closed and we are all, including the pups, setting up camp in front of the wood stove. Lovely...


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We frequently take walks with the dogs through our neighborhood. Last weekend we went to the trail along the creek by the high school. It is secluded and quiet despite being in the midst of the city. Everything is bare and stark this time of year, yet alluring. Today we visited the cemetery near our house. It is small, just over an acre, and dates back to the pre-civil-war-era. This resting place is peaceful and hauntingly beautiful. I love the simplicity and artfulness of the headstones and monuments marking the graves.


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