A Faithful Heart
He had worked so hard to catch that hare, and though he didn't, he did not want to come back empty-handed.
He stopped in a sage patch, rummaging around, and found a peice of pronghorn to bring us.
It reminded me of the male borzoi who brings a hare every day to his lactating mate in the book,
"With My Dogs In Russia". My beloved Shika; just look in his eyes.