I am one of these people who cry at airports. Not when someone is departing, mind you, but when they are arriving. Tears start to trickle before the plane even touches down.  I don’t exactly know why that is, and can only assume it has to do with having missed someone horribly and now, finally, being able to embrace them again. That was certainly true when one of my parents came in their rare visits to the US, or when my kids came home from college.

I hate to admit it, but I also had tears in my eyes when I reunited with our puppy after my recent trip. Really, I’m getting ditzy in my dotage. I’ve never quite connected (hah, I knew I could make the link to the theme)  to our various animals, regardless of my joy in photographing some of them out in nature, but this young fellow has won my heart.

“He is just happy all the time,” I hear someone muttering faintly from the study, and since we could all use some happiness here are pictures I took the day before yesterday while walking on Sauvie with floppy ears.

Pure J o y.

Can we take this stick home? 

Or this?

Or This? 

One last swim?

 

 

I caught a sponge!

Not depicted is my panic when he took off from the beach to the woods and startled a massive coyote. Luckily their speeds weren’t matched.  Geese were unperturbed.

We stayed until the light went low and our shared bag of Fritos was empty.  Days can still be good, if you manage to get away from the news…..