flying ears

once again i am in the black hills, and it is rainy and cold. that probably explains why the hills are so green that they look black from a distance. during one of the breaks from rain, the families gathered on the ball field to put up advertising signs on the boards of the back field. the men used there power tools while the women stood around and chatted. the kids were all over the field. at one point my great niece had put her mini dachshound --spotted splashy black and white with blue marble eyes--- into her little doll stroller. he was sitting up and belted in as she when flying across the field. his long ears caught the wind and were sticking out straight on either side. a little faster, a little bit bigger ears, and he would have taken off.