Oh, he was happy. He was excited. You see, to him, when I put on my socks, it means we are going for a walk. He is going to get to smell something new and mark trees and mail boxes and fence posts. Something good was going to happen.
Unfortunately, for both of us, socks today meant I was going to work and not for a walk. He’ll get his walk when I get home.
Lately, my "socks" has been the weather forecast. Seeing a prediction of fifty rather than fifteen reminds me that Spring is on the way, a very good thing. The flowers will bloom and the trees will bud and the harsh winter will be only a distant memory.