Rowan, my canine companion is a lurcher fast and golden. She’s oh so attractive to all well trained, she answers her call. Her waking life is beside me, be it mountain, river or sea with some lazy days of rest, feotal, she dreams in her bed. When walking and taking the air beauty she unknowingly shares with other doggy characters who pet, admire and chatter. Then all notion of her master from her pea sized brain flee faster than she runs and her mind is set upon the attention she gets. This compels me to smile and chat to engage, talk doggy and cat strange stories of four legged friends micro tales through a furry lens. Stranger’s hearts pour forth to me, speaking scenes I don’t want to see. Painful events and happy too, but it’s not what I’m here to do. I want to be walking my pet in thought as she darts past my legs but now am burdened by others Rain, Rowan, lets head for cover.