Blackfeather Woods lavender

The puppy does not take the hint and she sighs, but does not stop yet. Her steps are careful, moving along through the glen. The anxiety of the child behind her gives her a little stumble, unable to quite remember the path as easily. Her paws occasionally tangle up in underlying brush or trip over exposed roots and stones. If she can’t get rid of her, what is she to do? Call for her caretaker? Her ears twitch and she resists the urge to turn and peer over her shoulder—such a hard habit to break—so she comes to a stop and points her face to the ground. A long moment and she’s silent, before quietly offer a plea: “please go.”