Everyday Snippet #3 - The Carefree Dogs

   The wind gently rustles my hair and caresses the grass. The pine trees before me wobble, uncertain if at any moment they might topple over. Suddenly, a small insect swarms around my Weimaraner's head. Seeming to imagine herself as a giant, havoc-wreaking monster, she snaps her jaws at it again and again with no success. Eventually, its incessant flittering around her drives her to lay on her back. She rolls back and forth, pawing at it as if to say, "Shoo! Shoo!" When at last the creature departs, she leaps back to her feet. I call to her. She approaches me, her little grey tail wagging as if nothing had happened. 
   At the same time, my black lab makes his way over to me. I look into his face. His eyes have grown dimmer; his walk has turned more into a hobble; and the hairs around his chin have turned grey. I recall when he was just a pup: healthy, energetic, and, at times, troublesome. Ah, how I long to reach back in time and relive those days! He knows none of my thoughts, but if he did, he would not care; he wags his tail and pants gleefully anyway. He loves the moment, not pondering on the past. I envy his and my Weimaraner's carefree attitude. Oh, that I might forget the sadness of the past and the pressures of the present as the dogs do...