Unlike daffodils, who are always bowing low, tulips are upright, at least in the beginning of their bloom cycle. I love that upward, stretched out posture. Seeing them reminds me to stand up straight, extend my spine. Thank you, Brother Tulip! You, with your fully saturated colors and upright stance, seem so proud.
They are proud, in fact, until Jake mindlessly tramples one or two in his attempts to get the perfect trajectory for a pee. I love my dog, and I understand that if he can hang it high, the other dogs who come sniffing will be impressed, but his lack of appreciation for the ethereal beauty of tulips is a shame. Isn't it?