I was watching the dogs happily throwing themselves in damp, muddy grass. I envied their reckless abandon and pure joy in their task. There is something to be said about living in e moment and not worrying about the whole what happens next portion of life. Then again, the dogs may not want to worry the future since that future included a bath.
The dogs seem to have a special gift, one I wish I had, but somehow seem to lack. It’s the gift of finding joy in anything. A mud puddle means some fun rolling around in it. A bath, which they hate, means a chance to try to eat bubbles, which they love. Cold temperature? No problem, it’s a perfect excuse to curl up in a little ball and huddle with a human. Hot temperature? No problem, stretch out in the shade and doze the time away.
The dogs embrace the weather changes with a glee that I’ve never noticed in a human. Snow is meant to run wild in and roll around until it’s stuck in your coat. Rain? Well rain makes mud and mud is a wonderful thing. Not to mention there are puddles to explore. Sunshine means dry grass to roll through and dirt to dig in,
And how they love! It is a fierce, all-encompassing and fully forgiving. There is a lot we can learn from the dogs, if only we’d stop worrying about humans judging us.