I'm back at the Homestead for a brief twenty four hour visit. Angel and I took a walk this afternoon.
I'm not sure about this dog, but it seems that she has been watching documentaries about non-violent protests. A hot day, Angel decided that we had walked enough. She plopped down in the middle of the road and wouldn't move. It reminded me of the lunch counter sit ins, or Rosa Parks and the bus, or Earth Firsters blocking the gate to a lumber mill---Angel would not move.
"Hell no, I won't go!" said Angel.
I whistle and walk on.
Turning around, I snapped the photo above--then kept walking. I started thinking of reasons for Angel's behavior. Could there be a mountain lion ahead? A bear? Did her doggie sixth sense know something? Am I being foolish for walking on? Spooked me a bit.
Eventually, Angel came running by. Panting. Asking to go home.