When we stopped at the light, he looked around. He looked at me, in my car behind him and his big eyes made me smile. Sometimes just a look from a loved dog is enough to make my whole day. I sat there thinking about how the dog had received so much love from his owners that he was spilling it all over me several feet away.

Then it struck me. I should take a picture of him, then I could be happy all the time. I grabbed at my purse on the passenger’s seat and scrambled with the settings, but the light changed and they had moved on without me. I drove after them, clicking pictures and trying to drive safely at the same time. I was supposed to turn a couple of streets back there, but if we stopped at another light, maybe the dog would look at me the same way and I could capture him.

The next light was green and the car rushed through it, not noticing my stalker ways. I kept clicking pictures and noticed how the dog’s ears flapped in the wind. It was cold outside, but the sun was bright. I clicked so many pictures blindly trying to seize his wonderful eyes. The dog pulled back into the car, and I saw him lick the driver’s ear.

I turned two lights past my turn and retraced my drive home, hoping that at least one of the pictures were clear.