Sheba greeted me joyfully, golden clumps of matted fur tousling as she lumbered toward me. It struck me then how much like a lion she looked, though she couldn’t hide her goofy and lovable doggish charm. I reached out my hand for a nuzzle as I jogged down the farm road, and she danced beside me to match my pace, longing for a good scratch behind the ear. She and I ran together for a short way before she stopped to return to her guard-post. I knew she’d be waiting for me when I returned, though, and that brought me a little bit of joy.
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