Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

the dog had many poses that he often did not expect. unless it repeated itself, the stance of dominance went unaddressed for now. he led her to where he had found several large and fallen heavy sticks, blown down into the canyon by a heavy wind. they were varying sizes, none too heavy to be carried.

the eagle motioned with his silver muzzle toward these. "carry each of these there," to a patch of earth some thirty feet away. "stop before your wounds split open."

"the purpose of this lesson is to force you to move more slowly. each step matters more when you are weighed."