Today I took a short walk with my two dogs along the Colorado River near my home in Western Colorado. Belle is a labrador retriever mix, and Leona, otherwise known as “Little”, is a pure bred, high strung, Corgi. For them, a trip to the river is an all-out, full-tilt adventure of which they never tire. The mere mention of the words “do you want to go to the river” by myself or my wife, Seraina, sends them into an apoplectic dither as they head for my pickup truck. Once inside, both have been known to shake uncontrollably all the way there, whining and talking for added effect.

Scary Masks were recently left along the riverbank, remnants of the local Halloween festivities. They explode like a covey of quail when I release them on command, and Belle generally performs near cartwheels as she bounds through the grass, as Little does her best to keep up on her incredibly short legs, annoyingly nipping at Belle’s legs while trying to knock her off of her stride. Life can be so utterly easy when you’re a dog. For their human companions, not so much!

I forced myself to go for a walk today, because, as always, the lord knows I have so many other things to do. The old addage that there simply is not enough time in the day certainly applies to my life.