We walk dogs, they walk us. It means everything to them. To us it means happily watching their boundless joy at the simple pleasure of being out and about, exploring the world.
Their noses are the height of it all; their amazingly acute sense of smell tells them things we might only dream of.
Dog walking also gets us off our behinds and out for some good exercise and fresh air (as fresh as we can find it anyways).
Even picking up their poop with those biodegradable bags makes us stoop and stretch a bit; ah yes, what a workout.
If your dogs are anything like mine, they’re always in a rush, full speed ahead, except when it’s time to apply the brakes and stall, to savor some mystery odor, for several minutes if need be.
Ever watchful we must be, as dogs can be reckless and brash, overcome by excitement, so our perceptions and reactions get sharpened in the bargain, too.
Preventing dog fights and/or coyote attacks is a special skill we enjoy honing; the old “holy crap, exit stage right!” routine.
If you’re one of those lucky people with calm, sensible, blood-pressure-lowering dogs, well, I’m intensely jealous of you, but love my dogs no less.
I dream of a day when such a level-headed dog may come my way and into my life, but for now it’s “all hands on deck, full alert!” while out for our daily jaunts.
It’s truly amazing how quickly dogs can scoop up some alarmingly crunchy tidbit from some viscous, reeking mess and chomp and gulp it down before you can grab it away.
At those times, hopefully never again, you only pray that whatever it was gets digested and eliminated without problems.
Being always grateful that your dog hasn’t gotten him/her self killed (or that you haven’t done so), dog walking also heightens our spirituality. Grateful to who? Well, to whoever’s in charge “out there.” God even!
Dogs teach us special things we cannot put into words, really. Something about appreciating the little things in life to the fullest.
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