Ace and I are suburban kids, but we dream of having our own rural home. Or at least I do.
So sometimes I take my dog and we sneak to the edge of town where somewhat-urban meets somewhat-rural.
I let my dog run, and we pretend we are country kids.
Ace races around like he’s never been off leash before – “Thank you! Thank you!” – before he settles into his version of tracking and pointing. Then trots at my side or a few feet ahead, always looking back.
I’m not sure what people from other areas think of North Dakota. I’m sure they assume it looks a lot like these pictures. A whole lot of space.
Where I live, new homes and businesses are popping up further and further out, expanding our little city. I see that as a good thing.
It’s also a good thing, I think, that my dog and I can still escape on a quiet Sunday.
And so we do.