Andrew Koch

Wild and Free

The Trail It was a beautiful summer day and the birds were up and chirping. Xena trembled with excitement as our tires came to a halt in the Thompson Park lot. She tilted her head back and let out a howl from deep in her chest. Her bright blue eyes stared back at me intently. There was a twinkle in her eyes that highlighted their unique quality: one bright blue, the other half blue and half a light marbled brown. Her expression revealed a warm smile, but also one of discipline and purpose. I placed my hand firmly on her head and gently stroked the bridge of her nose. She let out a low purring growl. The intent in her gaze softened a bit.