The wind in my fur

This week I would like to tell you about one of the greatest things in life: The wind in my fur. My mother would like me to start by letting everyone know she does not condone this activity for everyone, as it needs to be implemented safely and is up to the owner to take responsibility for protecting their dog. Blah blah, mom is so boring. Moving on.

I don’t know how about the rest of you out there, but I tend to find there are very few things in life that achieve a full 10 on the awesome scale. One of those few things would be sticking my head out the window on a car ride. It doesn’t matter if it’s a quick trip through the burbs, zipping past the city blocks, or cruising through the country side, I just need to feel that crisp air nipping at my nose and the wind flowing through my luscious locks. When my head is out the window I’m Leo Decaprio, minus the tragic tale and expensive budget, alive with life. My senses have been ignited, I’m dreaming about the future, and I’ve got adrenaline pumping through my veins as the road rushes by. It’s all just so magical.

I remember my first head out the window experience like it was yesterday. I was just a wee little pup, nary 5 months old, able to fit in mom’s lap. We were on a back road heading to the dog store when suddenly mom rolled down the window. At first I thought something traumatic was happening, but that quickly lapsed as I got my first whiff of adventure. Mom grabbed on tight and let me poke my nose out to see what I thought. Well I thought it was amazing and before you know it I was trying to hold my entire body out the window as mom had to hold on tight. It was such an exhilarating feeling, the kind that ignites the zoomies, only I didn’t have a place to unleash the zoomies.

From that day forward I relish each time mom lets me stick my head out the window. My favorite has to be when we’re on the freeway or on the way to the coast. I especially love it when we get closer to the coast and that salt water air starts tickling my nose, alerting me to fun adventures we’re about to have.

I am sad to report, though, that sticking my head out the window is few and far between these days because I’m bigger so can’t easily sit on a lap anymore, and we also don’t have someone else in the car with as much as we used to. See, I can only stick my head out the window when mom isn’t driving because she likes to hold on tight, and quite frankly I would try to jump out the window if I could, but mom says that’s a story for another time…

 

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