Watching dogs playing is like meditation for me . . .
Dogs are so intensely in the moment . . .
And they can dart up and down the slopes like nobody's business -- last time I tried something like that was sixty-some years ago at Camp Junaluska and I twisted my ankle rather badly.
Bob can't help but look graceful . . .
Layla is a little envious . . .
And she wonders just what it is he's found . . .
Okay, that does it. She's going to have to see about this.
And off she goes.
"What's all this then?" Bob's not talking.
Just another day in Dog Heaven.
