Sage’s First Camping Trip
Sage sat at my feet while I drank tea. Four sheep wandered by—their hooves clicking on the asphalt.
Sage looked at me as if asking, “What are they?”
“Sheep. Wow. I wonder how they got in the campground?” I said to Nancy in the trailer.
Sage trotted toward the sheep. At fifteen feet she barked, the sheep ran, and Sage herded them through a campsite of four tents disrupting their breakfast.
I caught Sage, apologized, and carried her to our campsite—her tail wagging at top speed.
Continuing to look for sheep, this photograph was taken five minutes later.
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