(part 3) I could feel the heat radiating off the sun-drenched tar. Behind me poised tall trees, providing a bit of relief from the intense summer sun.
And there in front of me stood Goldie’s human. Her hair tied back underneath her green cap. Her eyes sparkled bluish grey; the color of a deep blue ocean infused with the reflection of cloudy skies.
Somewhere running in the tall grass was Goldie. But I did not look that way. I saw only Goldie’s human and her ‘got teacher?’ tee.
In one hand, she held a clear plastic bag. If I squinted and tilted my head at just the right angle, I could make out what looked like doggie treats in the bag.
Maybe. A single word that describes life’s uncertainties. And within that single ambiguous word, lie all the possibilities.
And if I was remembering correctly, Goldie’s human, more often than not, carried a good supply of treats for Goldie. I shifted my weight so I was sitting like I had been trained to do in preparation for a treat. I could have sworn my anticipatory action brought the beginnings of a smile to her face.
Maybe, if I played this right, I could score one of those treats.
Until next time,