I agree. I hike with my dogs off leash every day on the trails in the hills near my home. If it's not at least an hour and a half, Ziggy, my Labmix will shoot right by the car, in pursuit of yet another jack rabbit. When I blow the whistle and call him, he eventually crosses the path in front of me, so I know where he is within a square acre of sage brush. In the two times I have lost track of him, I have found him by my car, waiting for his ride home.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.