Every afternoon its the same thing. I see Remington out of the corner of my eye just sitting next to my desk giving me THE look. The look consists of chocolatey ( don’t even know if that is a real word) brown puppy eyes staring up at me with a slight questioning if now is the time to go outside. I could set my clock to his daily stare down. And every afternoon when I take him out at that time it is as if I just told him he was won peanut butter and chicken with every meal for life. He runs around the sunshine chasing birds and watching the wind blow the branches. And then he just stops, lays down, and gives me a completely different look. It’s the Life Is Good look and it’s one of my favorites.