“Blowin’ in the Wind”, the song, sought finalized results. For humans. For dogs, well, what it brings is yet further insight into their world. The world of wind…ah, literature covers the wind…The Tempest, The Wind in the Willows, The Perfect Storm…as brought to us over a stack of pancakes, it is the syrup of things, the added confection.
And you can imagine just what a dog finds in the wind with that wonderful nose that pulls so much out of a clear sky. Alas, we see none of it. But a dog, well Fido, reaps so much pleasure from this smorgasbord, this invisible smorgasbord to us. He finds so much from dogs of a different color to appetizers sweating with lust. That is why a car ride with his head out the window is just the thing for creating all sorts of plots, ploys and downright shananagins by him.
Does a dog ever look unhappy with his nose out of the car window? Nope, and you never will see it. It is in this headlong constant plunge into that vast array of things caught up in the air that a dog is in his glory with and dreams on without reserve. Yes, a dog must dream and take the bull by the horns when actuated by all that rides on the wind. As the cowboy song “Ghost Riders in the Sky” tells of things, so must this Dog Heaven come home to roost in Fido’s mind, enticing him to run the open range with his ancestors, so alive, and following…the scent.
We, as humans, don’t have a sense that goes so far out to sea. What we see is what we get. Or hear…and our sense of smell is rather ruidmentary. Touch is just an immediate sensation. Taste is a tricky one, as some people flush out their knowledge of just what was in that wine. And that gets flowery. But still has its limits. Nope, we just don’t have that intriguing many armed sense of smell over a great distance. It’s just not there.