I took an old friend, an old dog, and a really old dog to the desert to help ring in the new year. The human was good company talking sports, politics, dogs, family, friends and business; the year behind us and the one to come. The dogs neither hinted at or mentioned any of it. We complained of aches in 50 year old bodies subjected to a lifetime of sports, motorcycles, bulls, pizza, beer, heavy backpacks, steep mountains and cold desert floors; the dogs, equal in years showed little sign of the issues, were sparing in complaint and entirely void of hesitation at the mention of crossing just one more canyon and climbing one more peak. Once again, my canine friends reminded me of the good life; their wants and needs were simple, their regrets were invisible. They hunted birds with me happy with what nature gave us...I hope all my new year's are this wild.
