The Philosopher

Sometimes I wonder what goes through Max's head. Most mornings, he just wants to go outside, patrol the yard, and come back in to hang out on the couch. But every once in awhile, he rings the bell to go outside and just sits on the deck. He'll let the wind blow through his ear fluff, raise his nose to sniff whatever is in the air, and just ponder life. Sometimes he sits for a long time doing this, and I like to just watch him through the window. He seems especially philosophic during the spring time - maybe he's trying to ascertain whether spring is coming, even though there is still snow sitting on the ground. It's his special thinking time, and I love to watch him.