Night with Pipes

The cold, light rain felt good as Piper and I set out for a short four.  It seemed to help rinse off the tension from work.  Two deer with their shining eyes greeted us down by the motocross track.  A little, sweet porcupine was on the edge of the woods heading over to the neighboring farmers field.  Piper didn't even bark or pull.  Across the street, a pair of deer tried to decide if they should bail.  Instead they just moved a bit off our path.  Three more watched from the edge of the field.  Sweet.