These days in the late afternoon, I usually
drag drag myself to walk the pup, knowing how wiggly and needy he'll be if I
don't. A good example of where altruism has nothing on necessity. The sincere
desire to avoid suffering. So off we go, and I think of a certain never used
forest path, but drive by another, and opt for it...one we've never gone on.
Course, I unclip him, begin walking along the
extraordinarily beautiful forest. And then notice the proximity to one house,
oops...two, oh my, three...four....as we walk up the dirt road, he racing far
far down ravines to dried stream beds, then up up steep hills. Up the road a
bit, I catch sight of horse droppings. Oh goodness. And a bit further, I see
through the trees a paddock.
At which point I freak a bit (visions of Dante hysterically freaking out some
poor fenced up horses) and briskly walk back down. Now, a dog can sense you
freaking out too, so easily, so he comes racing toward me, and I deter his
perception of me, by picking up a stick to throw, then another, so he is
hyperfocused on the stick stick deal, and then he comes close, and boom. my
foot on his lead line. Whew.
So I clip him up, he grabs and eats the stick, and accepts the end of the
stroll, panting with happiness, me just glad he did all that rambunctious
racing, all that big muscle stretching, all that lung exertion, all that
young-dog-gets-real-real-happy-and-tired deal.
Looking up into the bright green forest, at the beautiful spatter of fallen
leaves crunching beneath our feet/paws. At the return home, so that my beloved
can go off to Crossfit, where they don't charge him and they welcome him and
hold him up and delight in all wonders with him, each and every time.
