The new morning sky brings happiness, and I smile. As I sit down at the kitchen table the sound of emergency vehicles ring outside just as they do every morning. I wonder who will be rescued today. After breakfast I drive the bus to Mom and Dads. The morning is truly beautiful;I roll down the windows and breathe the fresh mountain air. After a long day yesterday and feeling like I was being kept a prisoner in my own home it feels good to be outside.
When I get to my destination I head straight for the kitchen where the dog leash hangs from one of Mom's shelves. It was fraying at the handle where the remains of the previous walk still lingered. Disgusted by the weeds and dirt I find a pair of scissors and give it a little bit of a trim.
With trimmed leash in hand I walk straight to the backyard where Poscha seems to be waiting for me, or maybe she knows I'm her only ticket out of her pen until the afternoon.
Meet Poscha, she will forever be my favorite Dutch Shepherd. She is an excellent listener, and for the most part will do whatever you ask. She is smart, and on more than one occasion has made it known that she is the dominant female.
Poscha and I walk for quite a while and for the first time in a long time I pause at the end of the street and stare up at the mountains. Only God could have created something so magnificent. This is what Katherine Lee Bates must have meant when she wrote American the Beautiful, "Purple Mountain Majesties".
Today is a better day...