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In the wild

Out of the night, appearing suddenly in the headlights, a large golden dog, panting, his legs before touching the ground in a ball bit worried. Behind him, tall poplar trees in bloom in April. Behind the grove, the San Juan River, moving quickly, dark and swollen by the spring melt.

It was almost midnight and we were looking for a place to lay our sleeping bags before starting our trip on the river in the morning. Beside me in the cab of the truck Sat Benj Sinclair, at his feet a junk food wrappers smeared the road with the smell Corn dogs, onion and burritos. Cheeks round belly of Buddha, thirty-nine, Benj had spent his early years in the Peace Corps in Africa West, and developed a stomach capable of digesting anything. Behind him in the jump seat was Kim Reynolds, an Outward Bound instructor Colorado known for its grace in a kayak and his mat of hair, long brown hair, which held the faint odor of a healthy woman, two years, thirty years who had sweated in the desert and had not used deodorant. As Benji and I ate a meal of pizza in Moab, Utah, a hundred miles on the road where we met. Like us, they gave off a smell of garlic, onions, tomato sauce, basil, oregano, and anchovies.

In car stopped next to us were Pam Weiss and Bennett Austin. They came to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, to Moab in their car, helped us platform of the raft and shop for supplies, join us for pizza and, like us, wore neither perfume nor colony. Pam was thirty-six, an athlete Olympic skiing, and Bennett, twenty-five years, trying to keep it. They had recently fallen in love and gave off a mixture of endorphins and pheromones.

Describe people rarely other people in these words – noting his first smells – for which we are primarily creatures visual and rely on us for information. In contrast, the only really important sense-key for the big dog, gold, making them dance steps on the headlights, was our olfactory signatures, floating to him as we opened the doors.

For this reason – the smell – which I think would directly my door, leaned his head forward cautiously, and sniffed my naked thigh. What mix of aromas approached his long snout at that first time Meet us What atavistic memories, what possibilities were triggered in his canine worldview penetrate the mysteries of my sweat?

The big dog – are now in the red light inside the truck and no neck – Breathe Again excites me thoughtful and studied consideration. This could be what I ate, and the residue is subtle left it in my pores, that made him so interested in Me? It was all I could see (note my use of man to "see" the same describing an olfactory phenomenon) that differs from my friends. Like them, I skied, biking, and climbing and was unmarried. He had just turned forty-one, a compact man with bright brown hair and brown eyes. But when I ate meat was wild animals, not domestic – mostly elk and antelope, as well as the occasional grouse, duck, goose, and trout mixed in

Was mainly metabolized the plot – a relic of what our Paleolithic ancestors had shared? Smell is the oldest sense. It was the olfactory tissue in the upper part of our nervous cords primitive that has evolved into our cerebral hemispheres, which presents the thought. Maybe the dog – a being who lives on his nose – know a lot more about our connection than I could possibly imagine.

His dark brown eyes looked at me with luminous appreciation and said: "You need a dog I am. "

Unstable reading me strange – I had been looking for a dog for over a year – I gave a hearty slap and said "good dog".

He whipped his tail regularly and did not move their eyes, saying: "You need a dog. "

When we left the car and began to unpack our things I've lost track. He had his head, sometimes a queue, there is a red flank moving among bare legs and sandals.

I threw my laptop and a bag in the sand under a poplar, is mounted in its silky warmth, delivered, and found him digging a nest by my side. Carefully taking the sand with his front paws, is a division between its legs from behind before turning, turning, turning, and the solution to meet me. In the starlight, I could see a raise of the eyebrow, the other down.

Of course, "brows" is not really the right word, since dogs sweat only through their legs and do not need eyebrows keep perspiration from his eyes, as we do. However, certain breeds of dogs have darker hair over their eyes, what might be called "brand forehead, and he had.

The Hidatsa, a Native American tribe of the northern Great Plains, believe that this type of dogs, affectionately called "four eyes" are particularly mild and equipped with magical powers. Stanley Coren, the astute canine psychologist from the University of British Columbia, also noted that these four "eyes" found dogs reputation of psychic powers "because their expressions were easier to read than other dogs. The spots of contrasting color that movements of the muscles of the eye much more visible. "

In the starlight, the dog lying next to me raised one brow while lowering the other, implying curiosity mixed with concern about whether I am going.

"Night", I said, patting him. Then I closed my eyes.

When I opened the morning was still huddled in their nest, looking directly at me.

"Hey, I said.

He even went an eyebrow, was on the other.

"I am yours" eyes said.

I let out a breath, unprepared for how his sweet, slightly dog-dog face – going from happiness to concern – Left a cut on my heart. I was looking at litters of Samoyeds, balls of fur with white Bright Black mischievous eyes. The perfect race for a person Winter, like me, I thought. But I could not make me put a house. He had also seriously considered Labrador Retrievers, taken by his exuberant personality and that a strong energetic dog could easily share my outdoor life and hunting dog who believed I wanted. But lab puppy gave me as undeniable heart tug that said: "We are a team."

Right eyebrow dog lying next to me went down as he held my eyes. His left eyebrow rises, which means: "You delayed with good reason."

"This time, I said, feeling my desire for a dog gives race. "Perhaps," she said once more the dog whose eyes coasted into mine, back, and stayed. He had the appearance of a reddish yellow Lab, I thought, at least from certain angles.

At the sound of my voice, are leveraged with his head under his arm and put his nose to mine. Surprisingly, try not to lick me in that effusive gesture that many dogs use with someone they perceive as dominant to them, if a person or another dog – a relic, some believe, of young wolves soliciting food from their parents and adult wolves. Adults without hands to carry provisions, bring meat in their stomachs. The pups lick their mouths, and the adults regurgitate meat to digest. The cubs finally alphas abandon subordinate licking. Lower-ranking wolves continue to show the behavior of the higher ranking wolves, like many domestic dogs to people. This is self-possession bitch made me think. Was he not licking me because we thought the same thing? Or is it my body language – The two are level – makes you feel a little equal? Cautiousness felt my breath, and I, in turn, their smell. Its sweet smell.

Everything smelled of mine, he loved it. "I I'm yours," said new eyes.

Embarrassed by his certainty about I got up and walked away. I do not want to abandon my plans to find a puppy that was only six to eight weeks of age and who could shape my taste. The dog read my energy and do not follow me. Instead, he went to the other, waving tail and laughs range from his mouth with teeth. "Good morning, good morning, Did you sleep well?" He seemed to say.

But as I organized my team could not keep my eyes on him. Despite their ribs showing, looks good and strong, and he seemed to have lived for a while, his hair matted with grass and twigs. He was perhaps fifty-five pounds, not filled, the color of fox fur hanging in loose folds, waiting for the adult dog. It had a ridge along its spine darker, short golden feathers on the backs of his legs and a tuxedo-like bib of raised fur on his chest — just a glimpse of it – dotted with white spots. His ears were soft and flannel-like, and hung slightly below the tip of the mandible. His nose was glossy black, her lips were just as brilliant, and his teeth gleamed. His tail was large and powerful.

The foregoing is an excerpt from the book Puerta Ted Kerasote Merle Published by Harcourt, Inc., July 2007, $ 25.00US; 978-0-15-101270-1 Copyright © 2007 Ted Kerasote

About the Author

Ted Kerasote’s writing has appeared in more than fifty periodicals, including Audubon, National Geographic Traveler, Outside, Salon, and the New York Times. His most recent book, Out There: In the Wild in a Wired Age, won the National Outdoor Book Award. He lives in Wyoming. Visit www.kerasote.com.