Dog is his copilot

Admittedly I stole this title...but it was from myself. I was studying in my van at the Arcata Marsh this afternoon when I looked up to see this fabulously fluffy pup staring out of the giant truck parked next to me. Immediately my reaction was one induced by cuteness overload. Then I caught sight of the owner: a rather rough and tumble looking character with a far-off contemplative gaze. This made me appreciate this foofiest of dogs even more--a star-crossed love, me thinks.