Bevin Campbell
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Profoundly and perfectly.
You know, it’s much harder than you might think, choosing just one memory with your dog to expound upon. I’m sitting here in my homemade home office, trying to decide on which adventure with Aspen to delve into. Aspen is my now 2 year old blue heeler, border collie cross (a border heeler, if you will). She is just a little thing, about as tall as my knee is high, with smooth grey and white mottled fur, tonnes of freckles, brown socks, and a perfect black oval and black triangle (and black splotch) on her side and back. Yes, she is just a little thing, but she takes up all of the space in my day, in my mind, in my heart.
By Bevin Campbell4 years ago in Petlife
Alone, but not really.
It was a beautiful evening on the farm. The sun was setting gold, filtered behind orange, pink, and mauve clouds. The horses had been brought in for the night, but three heads emerged from their half-open stall doors to catch a glimpse of it, ears swivelling with every minute audio detail of the oncoming dusk. A breeze was blowing slightly, bringing with it a balminess from the South and the smell of sweet clover from the pasture beyond the barn. The smell was overwhelming in the best way possible, in the way that when you inhaled it you knew you were meant to be there. It was a favourite smell on the farm. It was home.
By Bevin Campbell4 years ago in Fiction
