February 17: Fresh warm air

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair. Evel Knievel

The seasons are shifting....I spotted this doggie on my way home with his head out the window...breathing in the sites and sounds of Morristown...loving the fresh air on his face and the wind blowing his ears back! Oh to be this dog, no real responsibility, probably a nice warm bed to lie on, plenty of food, and all he has to do is show unconditional love, which he doesn't even have to think about! Love and loyalty are guaranteed. If only it were that easy! On the other hand, I think we make it difficult for ourselves!