Music Among The Azaleas

I took many photos on Thursday , probably at least one that was a better photograph. But how could I resist this: Music, sweet Music among the Azaleas. He seems to be sniffing the rain fresh flowers, yet it is highly possible that his good friend, Gizmo, had been there first.

My old dog is holding his own, still gleaning pleasure from familiar rituals. He is slow on our walks, and our walks must be easy ambling ones, though he is capable of a short dash to get out of the rain. And when we encounter family members...or Shearwater Pottery customers who are partial to dogs, he puts on a puppyish frisk that denies his age. So happy to make new friends...even the temporary sort.

"Life is pretty wonderful," says Music. "Just breathe it in..."