
Life moves pretty fast for a dog, especially since we trade seven years for one. Which is why we stop and sniff the flowers that appear between hydrants and giants. So, while masters glue to computers their glazed eyes, we remain in meatspace, pawing for a woof-worthy prize. Our noses are like lodestones—drawing attention of Mother’s finests finds. And, we are never out-seeking to around-carry a charming chelidonius; we just want experiences—whether fragrant or feastful or fancy—that leave our lives more harmonious. When life is shorter, attention must be given to making it so much sweeter. Hence, the purpose in pursuing post-pandiculation paths which produce passionate pants prior to pull for play from pillow as pleader. ; )