As I was racing out the door for work, my oldest was walking her Westie dog, Bradley. He looked at me with those happy eyes, smile, and had not an ounce of stress in his body. “Wow!”, I thought. “I wonder what it would be like to have a dog day?” Rest, play, chase a ball, rest, wag my tail, bark and my needs are met, and be happy and excited over just about anything (like crumbs on the floor). I hate crumbs on the floor, they remind me of my dirty house, and children who don’t clean up after themselves. My eight year old holds him like a baby on her hip, and he embraces her with licks to the face. Pure, simple, love. I also think it would be totally cool to be so out of touch with reality you would wonder what that long thing on your back is, and have fun chasing it. A dog day!