My commute to the heart of downtown takes about an hour and a half, but I don't really mind. There's a thirty minute drive through the countryside to the nearest suburb in the metropolitan transit system. Then I sit in a comfortable motorcoach for an hour, where I can read, blog, answer emails, check on Facebook, get a jump on work, or simply rest. By the time I get to work, I'm in a good frame of mind.
Last Friday, was a particularly beautiful day to be driving down country roads. The grass was turning green. The temperature was warm. The weekend was beginning. I rolled down the windows and sailed along the hills toward home.
As I got near to the house, I saw Calicocoa in what I call the goat orchard, a semi-enclosed pen with a fenceline along the county road. She jumped and trotted along the fenceline merrily barking at my car, and behind her was her new shadow, Griffin. I could barely see him bobbing up and down in the tall grass as he followed Calicocoa. What a sweet welcoming party.
They weren't outside on their own, my boyfriend was home working in the yard. Calicocoa is only allowed out when we are home. Griffin is only allowed out with Calicocoa as escort, and he is her loyal tag along as she ranges the mini-farm. Griffin can't be trusted to come when called, but he does follow Calicocoa who will obey.
Good dogs, happy dogs, running to greet me when I came home. It was a great start to the
weekend.
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