How do dogs know everything?

Monoprint, 'Oh Hercules'

This morning Rosie sat at the edge of the field and would not walk with me to the garden. I teased her a little, she barked at me, one quick, 'gosh you are not listening bark'. I ignored her warning and picked what I needed, walked up to the far gardens, fooled around and headed back to the house. When I turned around the biggest fox I had ever seen was sitting in the middle of the field. Rosie looked me as if to say 'I tried to tell you'. 

Ridiculous

and her stick.

God weighed in

Here's what it looked like where Stinky and I washed off in the still dark December lake

God weighed in this morning and he took Jennifer’s side. We have been meeting at 6:15 when it is still really night. Jen worries that the dogs are going to run into something in the dark, like a porcupine or a skunk or a bear. I have pretty much ignored Jen’s worries and forged ahead, getting to the lake even earlier than 6:15 so that I am waiting for ‘Jen who hates to be late’ when she arrives.

This morning Jen arrived and said the first two sentences I could have predicted, oh it’s dark and maybe we should meet a little later. The dogs ran ahead. Rosie has one bad habit. Of course I could not see her carry out her stinky 'rolling in it' desires because it was so dark. About halfway to the halfway mark Rose came up behind me and rubbed her muzzle on me. I pet her. Only then did the enormity of the smell reach my nose. I can’t remember now if that was before or after I agreed to later tomorrow.