Ian Francis



The maremmas are lying like white sphinxes in the wet yard like identical bookends. They are watching the horses, who are wondering why they can’t get at the mown green goodness over the fence. It is going to rain for the next four days. The maremmas will find the lowest spot in the yard and dig and roll in the dog-made muck till they look like they’ve been hosed with pitch. It will only take one day after the rain stops, and they’ll be white as snow again, and still the horses will be eyeing the mown grass.

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