One day, the van will win- but the driver will slow down and let the dog keep winning…
Maybe one day the dog won’t be there to race him any longer, and a big piece of his life will be missing.
Maybe one day the truck will no longer show up…
… enjoy life.
GREAT MESSAGE FUR
THERE IS NO PAST, NO FUTURE…ONLY NOW
GO!!!!!
When my old girl was young and snored while sleeping it would irritate me. Now I get worried when she doesn’t snore.
It’s the small things in life that matter – enjoy the freedom to be yourself without a care whenever you can.
(Besides dogs give a little extra meaning to our lives.)
My Rottie Duke does that, doesn’t have that long a run but 600 feet is a good start.
He’s selective about who he races, when the girl across the street starts up her truck, Duke whines to be let out. Keeps him in tip top condition.
How fast is he? He can catch a squirrel.
An old grey whiskered dog sleeps 3 feet from a road that sees maybe 5 cars per day. I slow my vehicle to a crawl before I approach the place. Seeing that dog makes my day better. I know it won’t last.
When I was a kid and family would visit, I’d do this in the evening when it was time for them to leave. Minus the barking, of course.
I used to run a train every day from Los Angeles to the Port of Long Beach. The track was where the sidewalk would be along a stretch of Slauson Ave. The backyards of the houses butted up against the right-of-way and at one house there was a dog who met us everyday. He would bark at the train as he ran the width of his yard. I’m sure he was thinking, “See Boss? I keep that big monster out of our backyard. I’m a good protector aren’t I?” I would always smile when I saw him.