Spring is in the air.
We made a real good trip, my human on his bicycle, me running.
Into the woods, along a canal, on a lakeshore path, through a village,
and for a kilometer or two along highway A28.
We looked at some trucks going south. Then I suddenly knew it.
My human needs to travel again. He's like that every Spring.
Soon as the sun comes out and the temperature rises, he gets restless.
Nothing anybody can do or say. He'll just have to go. Somewhere.
I looked at him and I saw it.
He gave me a cookie.