we read the paper in bed with our coffee.
later, we headed to a new farmers market,
where i could not resist the sweet peas
and a box of berries.
we had lunch on the grass with all the other folks
and their pups. although Basil was so interested in what
we were eating he did not notice all the other dogs.
on our way home we took him to the dog park, where he played
hard, waded a bit and then walked toward the gate all on his own.
pooped pup, we both said at the same time.
"bow to the ingredients of your life"