I was out walking Molly this morning and it was a picture perfect morning. The sun was just coming over the mountain, the temperature was perfect, and all we could hear was the gurgling of the creek, the singing of the birds, and the occasional woodpecker pounding out a rhythm on the tree he was working on.
The morning was pleasing to all of my senses and all of Molly's as well, especially her sense of smell. On our walks she stops and smells everything. She tastes the grass, she smells the trees and the flowers, and she feels my gentle hand patting her on the back. That makes for a perfect Sunday morning.
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