“The playfulness and joy of a dog, its unconditional love and readiness to celebrate life at any moment, often contrast sharply with the inner state of the dog’s owner — depressed, anxious, burdened by problems, lost in thought, not present in the only place and only time there is: Here and Now. One wonders: living with this person, how does the dog manage to remain so sane, so joyous?”
— Eckhart Tolle
Most jungle movies of a certain vintage — and some westerns — include a scene where the good guys are making their way through hostile territory. When someone says, “ I don’t like it it’s too quiet.” When, for the first time that day, you can’t hear your one year old Golden Retriever, it’s too quiet.
On a beach somewhere in the Florida Panhandle. Barb’s record for avoiding the worst of Missouri’s winter weather remains intact. I’m taking some comfort from the record-breaking cold temperatures in the Sunshine State.
A good fire and a good dog. I’m not a winter/cold weather person. I like it HOT. But I do enjoy a good fire. Add a sleeping pup and it’s as good as it gets.
Until we get Riley fitted for her Invisible Fence collar (next week?) she goes out on a leash which means she can’t really run around to burn off her puppy energy. Barb has been training her to walk on the treadmill to get some exercise. She’s getting the hang of it but I’m not seeing puppy joy on her face.
