I have a love/hate relationship with seeing a car go by with a dog poking its head or sometimes its whole upper body out of a car window. Head raised, ears flapping back, often a tongue hanging out flopping in the wind.
I sometimes wonder about the safety of letting dog’s do this but I do know that the simple sight is always a reminder for me of what I’m too often ignoring I need — sheer, unadulterated, simple fun.
Feeling that deliciously heady sense of freedom that comes from going fast, feeling the wind on one’s face, knowing somebody else is at the wheel and you’re safe, knowing you’re hair will be a rat’s nest, maybe even having to spit the occasional bug out from in between you teeth when it’s all over … and still … loving every single second of it.
I gotta get me some of that doggie dogma.
