Forever young at heart

Is that a look of fear or excitement?

I wasn’t sure as I secured my corgi Maddie into a dog stroller for the first time yesterday.

Maddie’s an old girl.

She’s fourteen now, and without the strength to travel on any of her four legs.

Yet she’s a happy girl, and had been very curious about the big birthday present sitting before her.

She didn’t care that it was gently used and came from the local shelter. The sale proceeds will be going back to help other canines.

Once safely in place, Maddie and I skated down the driveway and started rolling along our city sidewalks.

Her eyes grew big as she lifted, then turned her head from side to side, checking out the views thru the mesh panel in the back of the stroller as we moved.

Her nose soon shot up in the air as she detected the first grilling hamburgers of the season sizzling over by the park.

She watched the local teens on their shiny skateboards whizzing by in the sunshine shouting, “Hey look, there’s a corgi doing wheelies!”

Her soft ears perked up once she heard rock music coming from a vintage red corvette sailing down the street.

She greeted a few neighbors, and then we traveled over to the creek for our first picnic of the season.

We shared some baby carrots together as a bunny hopped by from behind a patch of daffodils.

I’m sure I saw Maddie smile.

As I gave her the last carrot, Maddie licked my hand.

Then I smiled, thinking she may be old but Maddie is still so very young at heart.