death

Almost a year ago now, I was walking Mutley the dog .. it was a bright December morning, before all of those snowstorms of the winter time struck. We were in the middle no where–on a long path on a mountain. Suddenly, out of no where, I heard a loud shot gun like noise.. It sounded like it was right next to my head. The odd part of the circumstance was the fact that my dog–who barks at pins dropping–didn’t flinch an eye. Instead he acted as though he did not hear anything at all..