Dispelling the illusion of resistance

Not long ago I was out with our three dogs for one of our regular morning adventures. We live next to a large mountain meadow nestled in front of a forest and are accustomed to a wide range of wildlife. The dogs enjoy all the scents and occasional encounters with our forest friends. 

On this particular day the dogs became startled as we rounded a corner and came upon something. It looked like a very scary animal with sharp features and long horns. The dogs’ hackles raised—and they circled the object, barking as if to ward off the aggressor. 

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