Car Dreams

I’ve talked to other dogs, at the park, sidewalk strolls, car to car, waiting in parking lots. I suppose most people think, when we’ve got our heads out the car window, we’re just breathing in fresh air or carbon monoxide. Stop looking for the guy with an antenna on his head from outer space. We’re the real thing. We're here to check you out -  that’s when our tongues are hanging, lapping the air. On the other hand, head out, tongue in, mouth shut means we’re having a car dream.  Dreams of when we were free, galloping with the horses untethered by human demands. Cars jumping lanes on freeways are dull reminders of what it was really like to race with a herd of horses across a stormy plateau.