Our family dog Bud–now departed–would often spend hours lying beside the pond where he would observe Q, the Frog, Tetley, the Turtle, and the constant motion of the goldfish. These are haiku I imagine would have passed through his thoughts, should he have been able to express himself with words. His eyes told me all I needed to know–that he was feeling the deep joy and love for all living things that we often feel, when we allow ourselves to leave our cars, work, and homes behind for the great outdoors. We miss him still. He died in the spring of 2005.