Hello, Sunshine.

Its early Sunday morning. The sun is barely rising so the noises from real life are gone. Its hush over the land... I love the western desert. I'm sitting outside my parents' house, watching as my dog scurries through what we would call our "forest", the neighbors' yards, and across the street. She is alot like her mother... curious and adventurous. Anyone else who "accidentally" lets her out of the house, screams and summons for her to come back. Not me you see, I know she's been waiting for this thrill. So she listens to me- I call for her and she comes back; she knows if she does not ruin this, there will be more chances to explore. When she finally does come back, she has something in her foot, she is limping... but she came back. She wasn't afraid to show me that she failed, and when the next opportunity comes to explore, even if that thorn is in her foot, nothing will keep her down. She knows where her home is, although she might spend days out in the wilderness. I love my dog, and I love myself. The adventure will never stop, no matter where I may roam.