Although I’ve lost my copy of The Little Prince, the images of the boy taming the fox (under the fox’s direction) remain. Canines. Today we’re still debating the dog-human connection. We’re not sure who chose whom.
At Isle Royale the foxes actively engage in taming the human crew. They hang out at the campgrounds, sometimes sit still for pictures, often steal campers’ shoes. Their blueberry-stained scat litters every hiking trail. The taming process is addictive. I kept my distance, but I’ll return. I’ve got to see the foxes again.
It makes me wonder about bigger things, like do we ever really choose?