To be considered a true Wyomingite you must have a dog.  Or cat.  But really a dog.  With the exception of me but in many ways I am a Wyomingite paradox.  But this isn’t really about me it’s about a particular dog on one of my walking routes.  Last fall I encountered this dog while on my walks and never took a picture.  This spring, or rather after the winter thaw, I again walked by this house and the dog did not disappoint me.  This time I took a picture as proof. Continue reading →