In the southwest we get some pretty dramatic sunsets. Maybe it’s the wide open spaces that make them so spectacular, or maybe I’m just a little biased being a southwesterner for most of my life, I tend to think we have the best of everything. Except water, we don’t really have the best of water, because there isn’t much of that here. But we’ve got some great sand, so if you want some ocean front property in Arizona I could hook ya up (name that George Strait tune). But I’ve grown to appreciate the different-ness (yes, it’s a word because I’m using it!) of each sunset every evening. A new evening brings with it a new painting in the sky to gaze upon. And I’m not the only one to enjoy a good setting of the sun.
Annie-dog seems to have inherited my sense of wonder when it comes to the end of the day sun. Can dogs inherit behaviors from their owners? Maybe, let’s just hope it doesn’t work the other way around. If you see me driving down the road with my head out the window you’ll know why.