“I’m a big follower of Sir Thomas. I know you know him already. He has taught me how to be a beagle. My family keeps insisting that I’m a pit bull. What do they know? I do love my family though.” (Dixie’s thoughts)
When I crossed our main street to get to the sidewalk, Thomas, my beagle, pulled me to the left, a path we rarely take, as I, automatically, turned to the right, a path we usually take. I decided to follow his lead. He seemed happy. His tail wagging, he took his time walking.
Nice cool breeze on a warm wintry day kept embracing us. And, the mostly cloudy day felt more like spring, not winter. I felt my mind happily hopping. I heard a complex symphony of sounds in the background – The chirping of the birds flying over us; the humming of the cars whizzing by us; the soft bark of a dog coming from nearby distance; the rustling of leaves on trees around us.
As Thomas and I sauntered, I couldn’t help but chuckle remembering an encounter with an acquaintance – I had asked her about why she preferred walking alone. She had blatantly answered, “Sweetie, because I can fart freely!”
I, too, realize walking by myself is immensely satisfying! An accurate definition of myself would be – me and my dog! These walks are exclusive – My conversations with myself remain private; my quiet times remain absolutely and phenomenally soothing; my silly but unavoidable burps, spits, and farts become one with the nature :). Thomas and I walk completely immersed in our own worlds. I walk leisurely at my own pace. Actually, leisurely at Thomas’ pace :). But, both walking, joyfully.
“Folks, have a great year. Make 2016 a year to nap! The best year to dream! Dream big! And, may all your dreams come true in 2016,” Sir Thomas wishing you the best in his best way – set to take his first 2016 nap😀.
What’s that stuff sticking out of Sir Thomas’ head? It looks huge and heavy! As far as I know, Sir Thomas is not related to Hercules. And, this certainly is not his Top Hat! OOPS! It’s a water-tank. I was attempting to take a picture of Sir Thomas looking out the car window, and this oops happened 🙂
“Eye spy humans scurrying about caring for animals inside. I spy the space I use to occupy here.” Dixie’s intent gaze reveals memories of her shelter life.
“You just ate. You go sleep on the couch now, and let me eat my breakfast in peace,” I pleaded with Sir Thomas. Instead of leaving me alone, he kept his constant hopeful-gaze stuck on me; hoping I’d share my food with him 🙂 STUBBORN – can be his middle name! 🙂 🙂
“Sir Thomas, what do you see?” I’m asking him. Calmness in his expression is a recent behavior…an indication of his getting older…and, of course, wiser 🙂 (As a pup, everything was basically a trigger for chase-time)
The Unstoppable Optimist! 