Tucker the Wonder Dog is getting old now, and his outings of necessity grow shorter and shorter, some days only as long as it takes to unship his bladder. Today, though, was a stunning fall day, rainwashed and clear, and he and I took the kids to the corn maze.
For the first time ever, the kids wanted to negotiate the maze without me, so Tucker and I wandered around in the field nearby. He trotted along on the leash happily enough, his mood seeming to lift as he investigated corn stalks and mole holes. When I unsnapped the leash, a bolt of puppy energy seemed to hit him, and I’d swear he danced a few steps.
Later, we sat in the sun and waited for the kids to emerge. He flared his nose in the wind, savoring whatever scent-stories came his way, and enjoying the warmth on his coat. If I stopped petting him, he nudged me with his head, panting happily, his cloudy eyes sparkling in the sun, totally alive and in the moment.
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