When our family dog Bud was alive, he would often spend hours lying beside the pond where he would observe our resident frog, turtle, and goldfish. 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 for the great outdoors. He was offered to my family after being diagnosed with mild to moderate hemophilia at the age of ten months. We loved him to bits! “Buddy Bear” died in the spring of 2005 at the age of eight from complications of his disease. Two of the three haiku captions are, of course, written from Bud’s point of view–what I imagined would have been his inexpressible observations and feelings.