Nothing has ever made my heart race faster than the sight of African Wild Dogs. I have been fortunate to see them first in South Africa, then in Botswana, and now here in Zimbabwe. This was one time I did not have to search for the dogs: because this time, it was them who had found me.
Sitting in this open area reading a book, I thought at first I was seeing things. I did not want to stand or speak so I threw my reading book at my guide. When he looked up laughing I pointed to the foothills. There they were, heading straight for us. Wild Dogs never stay, they are always moving quickly, but this was one time I got to enjoy them on my terms, not theirs.