End of the Line

Sometimes your joy

is the source of your smile,

but sometimes your smile

can be the source

of your joy

Thich Nhat Hanh

Final Chapter: The World According to Bella

After three long days on the road we finally made it home. My people told me I deserved a 10+ for the ride. Not once did they hear me say"Are we there yet?" But I can tell you that thought was in my head many, many times. My resting space for the ride home seemed to be so much smaller than I remembered when we began the trip. When I got bored riding in the back I would inch my way up to front as far as my people would allow. I liked to rest my head between my people listen to their conversations and hope some extra treats would come my way. We posted a photo.

Since my behavior was exemplary at the end I got an unexpected trip to the dog park. I ran like a gazelle freed at last. I wowed all my friends with tales of my adventures. They were amazed at the variety of foods from the beach seafood buffet I consumed and lived to tell.

As soon as car stopped I bounded inside. I was so excited to see all my stuff and a favorite quilt. I quickly snuggled into the folds of the quilt and that brought a huge smile to my face. My eyes seem to get heavier and heavier. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I started thinking about another new adventure but this time it was about the lake.