Man's Best Friend but Who Is Dog's

Tony Covatta

4 hours ago

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Our Scottish deerhound Delphine loved the golf course. Evenings I watched her gallop fairways, gambol beneath overarching oaks and branchy maples, snuffle through scrubby, leafy underbrush.

This day, three marauding mutts, killers of neighborhood dogs, emerged from the woods. They clustered lengths away. Focused, Delphine stood her ground. Alpha dog crept forward, lunged. Delphine parried the thrust, dancing left, eyes fixed on him. He lunged again. And again. Always she quietly pirouetted left or right. The killers tired, slunk off. Delphine, alert, tall, composed, stared them away.

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