I haven't gotten my dog out for a decent walk, not like we normally get. So, I pulled myself sort of together and we headed out. I got to this meadow where we go. No people, just he and I and sometimes elk or rabbits. And the river near by and the mountain looming over and it wasn't really touching my mood but the dog was happy and I figured that would have to be enough. And we ended up by the river like normally and my brain was so a wreck and we headed back and the dog was so happy, he just couldn't contain himself. he kept running. And he'd run and then just flop over. the meadow has been freshly cut with the straw down on the ground. This dog loves rolling anyway but this just seemed especially great for him. He's just suddenly run, slide and roll and roll and roll. And he kept looking at me, enticing me to chase and finally I did. And for a while, I was there, fully in the moment with him. All his happy rubbing off of me.