It's fun to be a dog. Especially when my owner takes me on a trip in the car. When he opens the window enough, I can hang my head out. My tongue dangling out of my mouth and the wind rushing past. I love it!
We stop about 30 minutes from home. I remember this place. There's a wonderful, green field, where I can bound about when I get off my lead. Fetching a tennis ball or sticks. That's amazing. I'm running to catch a stick, it's gone a very long way.
CRASH! I hit a tree, hard. I stumble backwards and lose my balance. That hurt. But I'm strong, so I shake my head , jump back up and continue to bound playfully to fetch my stick.
Oh how much fun it is to be a dog.