I know a little boy, who has a dog. He is a nice little boy, with a nice little dog. In their enthusiasm for... life in general... and each other, there may have once been an unfortunate tackling incident. The little boy only had great appreciation for uncontrollable joy and well, energy, and wasn't to be stopped.And now every time I look outside, this is what I see.
And all is well.
*NOTE: By "protective gear"... I was referring to the helmet... NOT the huge metal stick :) Wow... that could'a got us into a whole different kind of trouble!!