gone with the wind

walkies on sunday,
my ears flapping in the wind,
one day i will fly.

- baxter, 3.25 years old, waiting for lift off

Funny how the saying goes about March coming in like a lion and going out like a lamb. This year it seemed the exact opposite, with yesterday's warm blustery winds kicking and strewing about the leaves we so laboriously dragged to the curb. Blowing, noisily enough to occasionally rouse my little friend from his Sunday slumber to see what the hubbub was all about.

The wind was still working its ways when it came time for walkies, blowing at Baxter's ears and making his head look like a tiny toy jet plane as we taxied to and from the park. Yeah, so what if our leaf pile is gone with the wind, Captain Baxter is here, ready for take off. Please fasten your safety belts and stow all rawhide in the overhead compartments.