There's this dog, a beautiful golden retriever, and although I don't hear him bark very often, I always recognize his bark right away. I've never petted him or spoken to him; I've just seen him from across the yard.
We don't have too many dogs, if any, that run loose in this neighborhood. I see dogs being walked and I see the neighborhood dogs playing in their own yards, but those dogs go inside at night. I've never seen the golden retriever go inside a house. In fact, I've never seen him with his paws actually touching the ground. No, he doesn't get carried around in a backpack like those little tiny dogs. When I hear or see him, he's always in the front seat of his owner's pick-up truck, driving along the road next to my yard. He's already barking before I see him, so I guess he barks all the time that he's riding. The truck pulls up to the corner beside our house and turns right every time, along the road behind our house, with the dog still barking.
We always think it's cute that the dog is so excited to go for a ride. Every dog we've ever had was the same way. Get out the car keys and you've instantly got a semi-hysterical dog running in circles around you and yipping with hope and joy. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all be that fulfilled by such a simple thing as a ride in the truck?