Pawsture

Supporting himself by pushing the back seat with his back paws and the front paws fully straighten on the in-between front seats storage compartment, Blue seemed as if cut out from a typical PBS documentary; a wolf that expresses his majestic presence by howling off a colossal cliff rock that oversees a vast valley.

In such a stance, his muzzle would direct to the car's ceiling exposing his smooth neck to the full bursts of air from the A/C vent. His coat would wave under the flow of air in between the hairs and his floppy ears would flutter similar to a flag on a pole.

What would give us, humans, chills down our spines and occasionally a relief from this scorching Florida heat, to him was simply a play friend: one who would always win at tag. "I feel you slipping through my jaws", he would think of his invisible comrade while his mouth was becoming wider and the distance to the vent smaller.