Trades

Today Missy is arrow-shaped, all sleek and pointed. Her ears are plastered back, fur ruffled, eyes slitted. She is moving almost faster than I can keep up -- making her sniff stops joint-wrenching. This is one frisky canine. What roiled the Malamute blood? Cool, even cold trade winds tearing down the mountains, blowing out the vog and sending the sand stinging, rows of sailboats line-dancing back and forth in front of the setting sun, the palm trees tossing ... Missy is loving it!