It's A Dog's Life

Brace yourselves: I just got back from taking my dog for a drive.

No, I didn't have anywhere in particular I needed to go, but after being homebound all day (except for a walk early this morning) my dog was suffering terribly from cabin fever. Keep in mind that this is a dog who is used to seeing the world outside of my house almost every single day. When I was working, each morning I'd load him into the car and take him to "doggie daycare" (otherwise known as my mom's) and collect him on my way home. That's two car rides a day, 10 per week, 40 per month, etc. This is a dog whose used to being shuttled back and forth, and truthfully, since I quit my job I think he's become a little depressed. To add to his dilemma, we haven't been able to walk as much as I'd like because: a) it is often way too hot and humid even in the early morning and late evening hours; b) my dog is black and tends to bake in the blazing summer sun fairly quickly; and c) he sprained one of his front paws this weekend jumping off a three foot wall during a walk (my bad, not his. I should've been paying better attention). So as a prize for being the sweetest, most understanding, and most handsome dog in the world I took him for a little drive around town. And I swear he smiled his sweet doggie smile the whole time.