There is a word in Hawaiian for the wind that blows down from the mountains toward the sea in the late afternoon.
The dog knows this wind. The dog has always known this wind. Watch it stop mid-stride, lift its nose, read something in the air that you will never have the equipment to read. Whatever it finds there, it approves.
The Kona collar lives in that moment. Rich volcanic earth tones — the colors of a coast that was made by fire and then softened by everything that came after. Heavy-duty nylon built for the trail, the tide pool, the long way home. Plastic buckle, metal D-ring — nothing that argues with the landscape.
This collar has been to places.
It would like to take your dog to a few more.
