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In the early-morning crepuscular light, walking the dog this morning, I saw a fox run by, across the streetcorner we were approaching. Beau's eyesight is not the best these days, and the fox in movement was *silent*. He never even noticed. If we'd been 15 seconds earlier, they might've met face to face, a scene I've been playing out in my head since. Beau is in some respects smaller than a full-grown fox, and utterly helpless.