Pucker up, Mether! It is me, Chet Baker, with the wet nose and the big smile.
The dog appreciates a good view as much as his Mether does. When I stop to consider, and I stop a lot, Chet stops too, and gazes side to side, taking it all in. I sometimes ask him to wait, to hold that pose while I compose the shot, but most of the time I don't need to. I've learned to turn off the shutter sound on my iPhone 6 so he won't be distracted by my aching need to capture these moments, to hold the gloss of his sleek coat as it flows over muscles still tight and hard.
Same scene, next day, more light, different cloudscape...I never tire of these landscapes, and neither does he.
Who can trace his thoughts? He may be contemplating his own mortality. Or he may simply be waiting for the next bikkit.
Or that little bowl of milk that sometimes comes at bedtime, and is so delicious he grunts like a pig when it's offered.