We wandered around enjoying happy signs that spring has finally arrived (fat buds on trees, lawns covered with bluebells, robins perched proudly on telephone wires). Then we stopped by a local Tim Hortons for soup and while we were inside a gorgeous Border Collie hopped blithely onto a rock outside the coffee shop window to await his/her coffee-buying people.
That rock suddenly seemed like the world's coziest place to hang out and take it easy but I'd never seen a dog sit there before. Maybe this particular one lounges around up there every time his/her people stop by Tim Hortons, like a Buddha dog at one with the universe.
After awhile a family with two young girls came by to pet him/her, which the mellow Border Collie enjoyed but the attention didn't compel him/her to move. Life was obviously good, up on that rock. Why would he or she want to move a muscle? Finally the dog's people emerged from inside the Tim Hortons and he/she jumped down and sauntered off with them down the street, as happy and at ease with them as he/she had been on the rock.
I get the feeling this dog is like that wherever he or she goes.