The irreverent musings of a sardonic wisenheimer who’s prone to fits of hopefulness and hypersensitivity.
Great photo. I relate; my dog Ted was a pretty cool customer who didn't tolerate much human interaction. He stayed outdoors, wouldn't fetch, and barely tolerated a scratch or two. But he loved to ride in the wheelbarrow. With almost no coaxing, he would hop in and teeter along (he was pretty big), front feet on the lip of the barrow, head high, nose forward like the bowsprit of a schooner.