I never
envisioned

being the
kind of woman

who drives
around with a dog

sitting
sentinel in the passenger seat – 

I’m a cat
person, after all. 

But she
loves to go, so I let her.

On straight
stretches I reach over

and bury my hand in her fur 

and she keeps my seat warm 

while I’m in the store. 

For her, it isn’t about where,

but
with.  The excitement of a car

ride is no
more tantalizing than following

me to the Little House where she curls

in a chair
and I sit, still in the driver’s seat,

pecking away
on a keyboard.  

It
isn’t about where, but with.