today

I used to write about Calley a lot. The trials of having a puppy. The chewed seat belts, the chewed shoes, the chewed rug, the need for long walks twice a day or she would chew more and jump up on us in agitation.
She is now a year and a half in age, and all that is a distant memory. She is a great companion. She waits in the car while I do errands knowing there is a slim chance we will go to the farm afterward. As I turn onto Old Concord Road, she gets restless; she knows exactly where we are. She knows that here is the place where she can run past farm fields, through shady woods and have a swim in the Sudbury River. Today was one of those days.