Wearing Java out is my most treasured daily calling. And apparently I come by it honestly. My dad the helper thought it would be “awesome” to race Java around the soybean field. My dad on an ATV vs. Java seemed fair enough, especially since this kind of racing was more about the chase than the win.
We ended up at the creek and Java started wrapping his fists for the rematch. But instead exhaustion took center stage and we headed back to the house to cool off in style. And all was right in the world.
