Read about how Blaine Peetso fills his autumns in Northwestern Alberta.
There was a time when she didn’t do this.
She didn't whine and whimper and squeal when the shotgun was pulled out of the backroom. She never stood at the front door hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation. She didn’t bolt out the door and jump into the front seat. She didn't intently look out the window as we rolled down those gravel corridors.