Where It All Begins
Where It All Begins As I walk out of the ocean onto the shore with the waves slapping the back of my legs, I think to myself it's good to be home. Approaching the meadow that must be crossed to arrive at my home I notice in the distance the wheat bowing in a crisscross pattern. Chuckling and thinking to myself, “it's game on!”. Front paws extended, hind legs crouched, glowing green eyes focused I stealthily maneuver the wild flowers and hay of the meadow intent on cutting off the pursuer. As if a starter pistol had sounded in the air, the two race towards each other at lighten speed. Crashing into one tumbling, twisting, twirling, hugging and laughing. The two best friends are overjoyed to be united again! Isabel my friend it is wonderful to see you again. Both of us in original form continue side by side through the meadow chatting and catching up. 'So Miss Isabel', I ask, “what are the tasks on hand?”. Suddenly transformed to serious from playful both in appea