Tex was sleeping on the patio just outside my office/sunroom early yesterday morning just before the sun broke through the clouds. This dog is a simple soul, one hundred and twenty pounds of goodwill and fur. I stood and watched him for a few minutes, reflecting on how his coat smells like wind, grass, and sunshine. The tea kettled called me from my thoughts. When I returned to the window, he was awake and watching the morning unfold.