Happy as a clam, smiling from ear to ear, butt-wiggling, tail-wagging, delight; ah-h-h, the joys of being greeted by a dog friend. After nine long hours on the road, Izzy and I pulled into the driveway tired as could be – that stuck-in-the-car, sat-too-long-in-one-position, not-enough-fresh-air kind of tired. As we opened the back gate dragging our road-weary butts, Nicholai smothered us in wiggles and whines, sniffs and slurps, and thumping tail wags, leaving no room for erroneous interpretation; he was glad to see us.
This morning's walk lacked huffing and puffing up steep trails and attendant dramatic mountain views. Instead it was filled with the sweet smells of dewy grass and moist soil, the cries of parent geese sheltering fuzzy goslings, splashing in the cool waters of the Columbia, and dramatic river views.
Returning home, Nicholai demonstrated his commitment to daily happiness by grabbing his favorite green plush toy from his basement hideout. There's nothing better than lying on the back porch on a sunny morning after a good walk, arm around a furry friend, waitin' for food.
I don't know if you've noticed, but I have. It's nearly summertime with Nicholai – again. There's nothing better than watching my dog-buddy lying on the back porch, arm around a furry friend, waiting for food – still happy after all this time.
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