April 9, 2007
Every dog is a story. Yesterday, a lanky man in a floppy sun hat walking a wolfish aloof dog passes me. The dog’s thick black and white coat trembled in the spring wind. She scans the street, but does not meet my eyes. I stop her owner. Her name is Pipska. She is a bear dog, native to the Finnish border. The Fins and the “She’s a rescue,” the man, Charles, tells me. “She warms up slowly.” Pipska approaches my hands, but does not sniff or lick them. She looks around for prey, finds none, gets ready to move on.