(part 1) It was the dog days of summer. And we were happy to be outside walking after the summer rain; the heat of the sun beating down on the tarred path.
We had spent most of the afternoon walking alongside Goldie’s human. We were content listening to her entertain us with stories about the life of a human, glad to be laughing again, despite the oppressive humidity.
Every so often I glanced up at her. This time our eyes met. She smiled as she finished her narrative. Her eyes lit up with mischief and her laughter echoed through the tress.
It was then I realized how the presence of a friend eases the passage of time.
And I knew I wasn’t the only one who looked forward to hitting the trail with Goldie’s human.