Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

I Believe I Can Fly June 26, 2013

It’s a sight to be seen. Sometimes when I see other dogs doing it I laugh a little inside. But it doesn’t change the pure unadulterated truth. We canines sure do love sticking our heads out the windows of cars. It doesn’t what we look like, generally with our eyes all squinty, fur all slicked back, and ears out like wings. We are flying high and nothing can get us down.

And as we are (in my neck of the woods) in the heat of a time of year when it is best for dogs to avoid car rides altogether, I find myself reflective on some of my best car ride moments. I’ve had so many its hard to choose just one, but the heat of the day today reminded me of a day at about the same time of year two summers ago.

Laughter so incredibly gut-wrenching it brought my mom to tears. That, my friends, is what I most vividly remember about one of the most memorable car rides of my little doggie life. My aunt Morgan had just recently become the proud owner of a Volkswagen convertible, which she was committed to keeping clean and spotless inside and out. She wasn’t necessarily thrilled when my mom pleaded to bring me along on whatever summer adventure they were about to embark upon, but she ultimately agreed to let me tag along. (I gave her “the look” – you know the one – and she couldn’t say no). I Believe

I don’t remember too many details about the adventures that unfolded other than the car ride to get there. It was yet another instance of life’s journeys being more exciting than the destinations. There I was, on my first ride in a convertible with its top down, and my mom and her sister could not stop laughing. Not just giggling. This was full-fledged, gut-busting, face-turning-purple, almost-peeing-your-pants laughter. I had no idea what they were laughing so hard about, but it didn’t matter. I was in car ride heaven.

I had more wind in my fur than ever before, my eyes were certainly not even open because of the squinting, and my ears were slicked back against my head. In that moment, I could fly. In the soundtrack of a dog’s life, R. Kelly’s lyrics to “I Believe I Could Fly” were blaring in my head. In that moment felt more free than I ever had before. (Which is ironic as I know some of my former pals from the streets would consider my station in life as a family pet to be restrictive and undesirable. Not for me.) In that moment, I felt free because I felt safe and loved and no one could take that away from me. Not to mention all that laughter in the car made my heart smile.

All right, all right, I will admit it. (I may be cute but I’m not stupid). I’m 99.99% certain that they were laughing at me, because (let’s face it) I know I looked absolutely ridiculous. It is a sight to be seen, after all, when us dogs stick our heads out car windows. But to us it doesn’t what we look like, generally with our eyes all squinty, fur all slicked back, and ears out like wings. We are flying high and nothing can get us down.

 

23 Responses to “I Believe I Can Fly”

  1. I hear ya Wiley! Woooowoo! Ku

  2. Car rides rock! I am not allowed to put my head out the window, because of wearing my doggie seatbelt and all, but with the sunroof open and the sunshine on my head, and Mom by my side, even a ride to the vet is worth it! Road trip!

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

    • Dear Cupcake,
      I did indeed think of you when I was writing this entry because of you and your doggie seatbelt. The truth is you’re really just missing silliness, and your mom is doing the right thing to protect you. The world wouldn’t be the same without you, after all! 🙂

  3. Nessy San Says:

    I imagine Mr. Wiley in Batman costume suddenly…

    • I LOVE that idea!!!! And with Halloween still a few months away it’s totally plausible! Let me know if you find one somewhere…it might be a must-buy. 😉

  4. Oh I love that photo of you Whiley! Pawesome!!! =^.^=

  5. Who cares if they were laughing at you. You were having the time of your life and providing great entertainment for other.

    • Indeed! Thank you for agreeing with me! Also, I’m happy they were laughing at me – my goal is to bring joy to people and that’s what I did that day. 😉

  6. pugmantis Says:

    Wiley – I know the feeling! My first ride in a convertible was AMAZING! Mama doesn’t let me stick my head out the window, though. Something about my eyes and falling out, and whatever.

  7. Well, that does sound like fun! I don’t ever get to stick my head out of the window. I don’t know what that’s all about. But I can stick my nose in the AC vent and wow is that ever something!!

  8. Gizmo Says:

    Ears flying free, furs ruffled in the wind and my nose a twitch with all the wonderful smells I can smell…I love car rides! and yes, when it’s too hot for Momz I park myself right in front of the AC vent

  9. huntmode Says:

    Wyles! When I was a little girl – up ’til about 10, I think, we would go for long drives up the coast of California just for the heck of it. There weren’t so many rules and regulations then and I would kneel on the seat and stick half my body out the window to feel the wind as you describe it. Eyes leaking tears, hair whipped back, sometimes a coat on because it can get cold at 60 MPH. LOVED IT. Nothing like a good nap after an adventure like that! 🙂

    • Oh my goodness! You see, all my doggie life I figured people just got a kick out of seeing us dogs do this whole head-out-the-window bit! It’s so great hearing what it’s like on the other side of the coin. I’m loving the mental image and all the joy that comes with it. 😉

  10. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    This is about as appropriate as it could be, since I flew today.


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