Just Like Heaven

Playing in the backyard doesn't hold a candle to wide open spaces; Archer takes advantage of the oppotunity and streaks across the sky like a caged bird suddenly released from its bars. He bounds through the snow as he does through life; tasting the world in every moment.

There are the celebratory moments when the dogs pop the cork in the champagne bottle and explode across the countryside like so many bubbles of liquid gold.

Sometimes there is a clash of wills to punctuate a good run; like an exclamation mark at the end of a thrilling sentence. There are very few things in life that can trump the adoring gaze, the welcome wag and the happy sneeze; I feel as though I am daily drinking from the fountain of youth, these loving hearts keep mine young.