daily moment

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my vain daily moment was the arrival of my new fall floppy. it was instant love. expect to see lots of fall/winter photos of me in a capped head. yay for not dealing with hairstyles for the entirety for winter. i’m kidding. i think…

but my serious daily moment would have to be this:

the german shepherd had his head out the back window. his ears blew back in the breeze as he gripped his tennis ball in his mouth. this car was in front of me in the left lane, the only other car on a usually busy road. suddenly the ball dropped from the dog’s mouth and bounced, bounced, bounced down the road towards my car and sped under as i passed over top. i watched it continue to bounce in the rearview until i turned the corner. the dog turned back and watched the ball bounce away, never taking his eyes off it. and in that moment i felt so despondent. i couldn’t decide who i pitied more: the ball that would end up gutter trash, or the dog who clearly just lost a dear possession from a moment of relaxation brought on by pure bliss. and here i was, worrying about being 4 minutes late when animals were losing precious items with no way to call out “hey! hey! stop the car! go back! i dropped my favorite ball.”  there are more important things in life than time.

but in my defense, who would want to be late to that shop! look at how lovely the place is and how nice my new floppy looks in that beautiful mirror. can’t stay deep for to long. my need to surface to shallower waters is strong in this post.

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