How can you tell someone that an interrupted nights sleep in nothing ? That you'll forever carry a picture of two small white dogs throwing themselves against five masked gunmen ? She sees an old Polish Lowland Sheepdog. I see a hero.
One sentimental old Celt and an old sheepdog sit on the ridge, side by side, watching the sunset marry the mountain and sky. Tomorrow we'll walk these gentle, rolling hills . Unhurried. Together.