Chapter 11 - FOUND IN THE WOODS
BUSTER BOUNDED ALONG besides me, always running a bit ahead in order to see where we were going, but then looking back to see that I was following on my short, stocky legs.
"Come on, come on - howya doin' there, eh?" Buster panted, his long tongue giving him some relief from all the heat he had pent up inside by running. His coat always was too thick in summer and too thin in winter, although he seemed to survive well enough. By spring he had put on another layer of fat, but it took until August to lose it all again.
He had slowed down a little and was just standing there, while I worked to catch up with him, my own breath starting to come in pants. I shouldn't have tried to run all that way - or needed practice running.
We were in the pasture next to th
