Sometimes the best days, the days you go to when you are sad, are simple days. My best day started clear and cool as I went to Galveston with my dog Vickie. She wasn’t what I would call a smart dog, but she loved me dearly. We found an empty stretch of the beach to have a picnic. Afterward we walked, looked for shells and played catch. I threw the Frisbee out and Vickie jumped to get it and bring it back. Each time she brought it back, that silly dog looked so proud. Funny, sweet Vickie helped make that day my "best day."