If Only...

If only I was a bird...

 

 

I could fly from place to place.
Go where I wanted to, when I wanted to
and stay just as long as I wished.

 

 

I could see a mountaintop field of clover from way up in the sky...

 

 

and then swoop down low to take a closer look.

 

 

I could find out where this mountaintop trail leads with only a few flaps of my wings.

 

 

I could fly from here,

 to way over there,

and then back again...

or maybe just perch on a tree limb high above the ground

and watch Mom freak out about the drop-off

:)

 

 

I could fly over pastures of wildflowers...

and perhaps nap amidst them for awhile.

 

 

Or I could just stop and smell the roses in this pretty coastal garden.

 

 

Yep. It would be fun to be a bird--

except I don't like worms at all

(although I do LOVE bones, treats and an occasional blueberry),

I like being inside a nice warm house at night,

 and I would miss these AMAZING Papi hugs.

 

I think I am glad to be a white fluffy puppy after all -

 even if it means occasionally having to hear Mom scream at me to get back from

 the edge of a drop off...

after all it really just means she loves ME.

 

Have a great week and check out some of those mountains, beaches,

wildflowers or gardens where you live.

And if you have a small, furry white puppy

(or any other kind),

make sure you bring them along...

I highly recommend it:)

 

The Small Furry White One

(AKA Dear Daughter Dog).

 

Photos:

NW Oregon