When I imagined my first dog of my very own, I always thought I would get a puppy. A black-as-night puppy that would grow into a giant.
What came into my life was a ten-year old, 20 pound, white West Highland Terrier. A spry old man. And he turns out to have been exactly what I needed. These animals have infinite lessons to teach, if we are open to them...and I am trying to be open to them.
To see him run through the forest of Hecla Island, off leash...well it was something else. Such joy.
And then there is our old faithful, our Kenzie dog...that smile.
Long walks deserve long rests.
Oh how we love them.