At least the sun is shining. I was dreading that the day be raining and wet.

For those of you who may not have already seen it:

            YELLOW DOG

You keep your lofty abstract god
Me, I choose a child of Pan
An ordinary yellow dog
Who does for love what mortals can
Who stretches out her mortal frame
Determined, although she's lame
For one more walk beside her man.

Whose ashes grace the forest way
We roamed together yesterday
And, to the wilder god I pray:
Give her soul some woods to run,
A stick to fetch, a patch of sun.
And near her, Pan, preserve a place
For me, come from a lesser race.

My friend, Bill Levenworth 1994