Barnaby and a Foggy Morning

This morning, the dog park at Pacific Park was enshrouded in a thick gauzy fog. The ordinary was suddenly transformed into a mysterious new landscape.  I paused to take in the moment and Barnaby faded into the cloud.  

I called out to him. "Barnabyyyy!"

And he emerged from the fog

at a run.  He skidded to a stop and nuzzled my left jacket pocket, begging for a treat.  

"Sit.  Good boy!"

The sun started burning through the fog as we drove off.  Barnaby with his head sticking out the passenger side window and his hind quarters leaning on my shoulder. 

"Sit.  Good boy!"