Charlie Brown, the parson’s faithful canine companion, jumped from the car the second the parson opened the rear door. As soon as the car had turned onto the graveled driveway, Charlie Brown had jumped up from his reclined position on the backseat. That hyper sensitive nose told him where they were. The door was barely closed before Charlie Brown was fifty yards away, ears flapping, legs stretching and propelling his lean body at an impressive speed toward the pond. Three yards from the water leaped and momentarily appeared to be flying before the water’s displacement leaped into the air to cascade down behind his momentum.
He turned and paddled back to the shore, leaped upward, shook himself to send a spray all about, and then walked to a smooth grassy spot where he immediately plopped down, rolled over on his back and began to gyrate upon the ground to either dry or scratch his back or both. Righting himself, he looked toward the parson, assured himself his companion was still there, and bounded across the field toward the woods at the far side.
The parson reached into his car and retrieved his Kindle. Heading toward a fallen tree, he settled himself down with his back against it and began reading. Perhaps ten minutes had passed when he sensed a movement behind him. He turned to see Charlie Brown twenty yards away, his nose in the air testing the breeze. “Here I am,” said the parson. Charlie Brown turned and scampered toward the other far side of the field and disappeared again into the woods.
In about another ten minutes the parson heard a low bark. He looked up to see Charlie Brown sitting beside the rear door of the car. The parson powered off the Kindle and raised his aging body through the aches of age into a standing position. Charlie Brown gave another low bark. The parson ambled over and opened the door to the car. Charlie Brown jumped in, assumed his usual sitting position and turned to look toward the parson.
Opening the driver’s door the parson placed old bones behind the wheel, cranked the car, put it into gear and headed back down the graveled driveway of the farm. Reaching the road he turned toward home. Charlie Brown dropped onto his stomach with a grunt. The parson headed home while wishing his own sense of contentment could be so easily met.