Baker

A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing.

-Mary Oliver

He looks longly out the slider off our family room watching the deluge of rain fall from the sky. After a summer of being outside for most of the day, he is now stuck inside. Oh, we let him go out, but the smells are not the same and he runs amuck in the yard, pawing at the door after a few minutes wanting to be let back in. I dry him off and watch as he darts through the house running off energy only to soon curl up in his blanket on the couch to sleep. I fear come spring he might be a little chubby.

He looks at me as if this is my doing. I don’t tell him how much we need the rain after our long, hot, dry summer. I just get down to his level, give him some love, and take his photo.