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The dogs stopped and turned into the last sun through the trees towards the long low growl across the river, and listened.
It faded, and they stood another minute and returned to the trail.

The growl came again, in the distance on the other side of the gorge, and, once again, they turned to the edge of the bluff and waited to know, then continued up the trail.

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The third time the growl echoed through the trees, both turned to listen, then one turned to the woman, a clear question in his eyes.

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She laughed and said, “Crotch rocket”.

Both dogs turned and continued uphill towards home and dinner, the next growl unheeded.

Trail in the Sandy River Gorge.  Max and Ebb listening, King ahead on the trail, being old enough to know better.
Cell phone pics at dusk.

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