The dog park
To get to the dog park in my small town, most people drive by my house. It’s become one of the things that makes me most happy about where we live. Last night as we were eating dinner we began to hear a faint bark, from fairly far away, and we knew. Our house was opened up after the heat of the day and we stayed quiet, smiling at each other. The bark got louder and louder. And then it was right on top of us. Yup, there it was, silver truck dog was on his way to the dog park and he wanted everyone to know it. And yes, we do have names for the two dogs that are the loudest and we know the best, they hang out of the windows of the trucks and bark nonstop until they arrive at the park. I like to think they’re telling their friends at the park to hang on, they’re on their way.