The summer evening was like the dozen or so that had preceded it – hot and sticky without even a slight breeze to cool my Brittany spaniel and me. Because of the conditions, I intended for the run to be…
Coonhound Cemetery
A roaring bonfire, men in blue bib overalls and plaid sit around it listening to the primitive music of half a dozen baying coonhounds. They recognize each dog’s unique voice like an old friend joining them around the blaze. There…