I’m having a little experience lately, of Dog Dance being everywhere:
I’m walking with my nephew and he slows way down, falling behind.
I turn to look, and see his arms float up into the air, a slow motion reach, out into space.
I say curtly, “What are you doing? It’s freezing cold and I’m starving. Keep on walking kiddo.”
He says: “But I’m doing Dog Dance Aunt Jo.”
My heart -- of course -- melts, and I feel like a fool.
photo by Glen Kalen, 2017Read More