He greets me and lets me swat away at the pesky flies and caress his head. He is thrilled if I give him a treat. Talking about caresses…if he were a human or a dog, he could lie next to me and I would caress his back to alleviate the anxiety or insomnia he might feel in his dreams.

He is a beauty, and a better friend than many whom I have known for half a century. I am lucky! Between my fox and my horse, how could I feel sad? He brings back memories of riding bare back, something I loved doing in my old neck of the woods in Argentina. Nah, I would never dream of doing it today. It would end in a funny tale of destruction. However, one can dream, right?