The whole sky was bright pink before the sun rose this morning. I mean, glowing, bright pink. It's crazy how the world does stuff like that and there are hardly any witnesses. When I got onto the trail, I half expected to see the black dog again. I felt like Cesar Milan (the Dog Whisperer) yesterday running with a pack of dogs. But he was nowhere. About two weeks ago a foal was born to the black mare who pastures at the end of the trail. Today that little foal was running all over, kicking up her back legs and bucking around. Then she'd run up to her Mama, who bent her head down to sniff her baby. But then the baby just toustled the hair of her Mama's mane with her nose, and then started jumping around again on those slender, long foal legs. It made me laugh it was so dog-gone-cute. | 