Spirit is our neighbor's dog. She lives down the street and we absolutely love her. She loves to visit us on the weekends. She loves to cannon ball our pond and raid our compost heap and chase frogs and chipmunks. She won't accept food and if we give her treats she proceeds to bury them in our herb garden and comes back to get them later. It's as if she wouldn't be as rude to let us know that she is there to beg but to just visit us for a couple hours instead. We adore her. We love to roll in the grass with her and smother her with affection. I love big, sloppy, kissy, dogs. She arrives and leaves without warning. Her name is so appropriate. She is so free and loving and adorable. She is part of our summer weekends and I hate to see it end.
