The one good thing about the quarantine and the lack of social activities is that I have more time to spend with my dogs. We go for long romps through the woods and meadows of the Izaak Walton League conservation farm in Poolesville. There is a pond for the dogs to swim in and, let's face it, deer poop to roll in. A good time is had by all, except when I hose them down before I let them back into the car. Milo and Magic give me the stink eye and seem to ask, Why was us? just when we got our odor so right? So ripe is more like it.

Milo goes to VOSM each week for physical therapy. Because of the Covid-19 restrictions people who bring their pets must wait outside. Last week, waiting outside was a group of four or five people. I asked them what breed of dog they have. A women in the group responded that they do not own a dog. They were there to support their family members, who had a Yorkie and were sitting in a nearby car. "We are family it is what we do." Later, the little Yorkie, was carried out and both families got out of their cars and went to greet the him and shower him with love. When I die, I want to come back as a dog in that family.