Many people say that “dogs don’t have a sense of time.” If you live with a dog, I bet you don’t believe that for a second.
I don’t think all dog parks are good or bad. I wanted to be open-minded and give Beau a chance to make some friends in our new city. Good goal. Poor execution.
These days, we sometimes refer to ourselves as our dogs’ “guardians” yet we are still called “owners.” But none of us can really own another living thing.
Even if you do not normally read poetry, I recommend you read Mary Oliver. She has a way of saying things directly and eloquently with few words.
When I got Beau as a puppy, mornings were the best time. As the day went on, it seemed he always managed to do something that tried my patience.
And so it begins. My umpteenth walk on the Camino de Santiago in Spain. I am mentally ready but physically not where I need to be to walk 10 miles a day.
I have so much to be grateful for. But right now, in this moment, I have to confess that I am having a hard time feeling grateful for anything.
We adopted him almost two years ago when he was eight years old. By chance, I saw his picture on a rescue web site, went to meet him and he stole my heart.
I posted this sign on my back door many years ago. Why? Because we had what we diplomatically called a “spirit problem” at my house.