Brut and I sat just apart from each other with him sitting on the top of the snow hill while I was a few notches below him. The temperatures had been warm and all day we shovel snow off the roof that created our current seating arrangements. A quarter moon shone above us, stars sparkled about as we listened to the sounds of the turning night. Brut sat up high on top of pile looking out around him, his ears rotating to and fro, trying to keep his balance on the slushy white snow. His eyes were soft, like his demeanor and he was deep in peace. It was a rare moment for him not being on guard or even on high alert and he was full of contentment. He bowed his head for a moment as if humbled. And was caught up in this perfect solitude we were sharing and the awe of our relationship we have. It still blows my mind.
Lovely! Have a wonderful Wednesday.
Best wishes Molly
Glad you were able to enjoy this moment with him :-)
I love this. More and more frequently I find my Bruce letting his guard down, and not being painfully hyperaware of everything. The way you have told this is beautiful.
Rebekah-They are beautiful moments when those tough boys let their guard down. I love the calm in Brut's eyes when he gets that way, they are so full of stories.
And that's why dogs are so awesome... they can be there, remain silent, and still have the loudest, profoundest effect on us.
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