The Scent of a Dog in the Garden

She jumped out of bed and i followed, still a little sleepy, rubbing my eyes. I stooped near the edge of the vegetable patch to absent mindedly pull a few stray weeds from around my tomato plants. The grass was dewy. It felt cool on my feet, and the plants sparkled with it. Have you ever been carried away back in time by a scent? She patted over, nose damp from poking through the dewy plants, and sniffed at the vegetables i'd picked breakfast. Then she ran for the door. Is part of our routine each morning when we come back in from the garden. Her tail drumming against the cabinet for her treat. When i