She takes her position in the back seat. Before I shut the door, her front paws planted on the armrest, and her toenails hold her place in the back. As we move down the road, her slobber smudges all over the window. The rear seat safety windows are barely enough for her head to hang out. It’s doesn’t stop the need to have the wind blow through your hair. All the smells are too much for her to endure.
The Cherry blossoms litter the pathway as she drags me toward another scent. Peddles waffle back and forth like gravity has no pull. Others aim for your mouth and eyes. Everything is pink and green. Six feet away, a family sways on the swings with blurts of laughter with a push. Another tosses the ball high aligns his racket and aims for the square just behind the net. Stretching our limbs does a well after a week indoors. Behind us, I left the reminder that we are ‘safer at home.’
The ride home was a repeat. Resting on the couch, she ready to drift away to lalaland. I hear the sniff. Then she begins the tugging on blankets to create that perfect bowl, and finally, the plop up against your leg. It’s like she wants you to know he’s present.