My dad and I sat in two yellow chairs, watching our dog frolic and play in the early morning sun.  After hours of sleep, the vast world of Back Yard had to be thoroughly re-discovered.  I sipped my tea, while my dad drank a cuppa joe from his Christmas mug, and we watched with sleepy eyes the water floating by in the canal. 

Three dolphins appeared, their fins skating the edge of the water, and as though they knew they had an audience, they splashed, chased, and swam in circles, right near our dock. 

And oblivious to it all was our smiling, sweet, old girl Bailey, the fat Labrador who had exhausted her search of new adventures in the yard, and was sitting in a patch of sunshine on the grass near her favorite palm tree.

Good morning, world.