As I was getting ready to go to New Jersey this morning, Coco made it quite clear that she wanted to go with me:

Coco's lucky I was paying attention, and she didn't suffer the fate of the small boys trapped in the trunk in Camden.

On the way back, as I was driving through one of the few remaining patches of rural area, I saw a very fat sun setting over a pasture, so I had to stop for a picture.

I'm not one of these enforced "open space" advocates, but it sure beats the cities which surround everything.

MORE: If I could be a moralistic scold for a day, the next time Coco got into a funk with me, I'd show her this picture of what happened to dogs of her breed in New Orleans:

(According to this video, dogs were being shot, too. I hope the story is at exaggerated, as I don't want to believe that such a thing happened frequently.)