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…”But You Pull Me So Hard!”
4:10 PM: I’m sitting, in my car, waiting for my daughter to finish walking the dogs at our local animal shelter. Dixie, our pit-bull, came with me today. I’m contemplating giving her a 20-minute walk, and then relaxing back in the car.

4:15 PM: Dixie is whining to be taken out. I hear several shelter dogs barking. She is getting excited hearing all the barking. (This was her home before.) I leash her up and out we go.

4:16 PM: “STOP PULLING GIRL,” I say loudly to her. But she keeps on it. And, she is not a small dog…she is strong, about 45 pounds. “DON’T PULL, Dixie girl,” I say again. No change. The would-be-20-minute-walk is abruptly halted by me. Dixie turns and looks at me… her big brown eyes asking, “WHY DID YOU STOP?” Completely out of breath, I angrily said, “…BUT YOU PULL ME SO HARD!”
4:19 PM: I’m back in the car with Dixie. I decided the pulling was just too much for me to handle. Now she is looking out the window, whining. I feel bad but I’ve decided not to get her out anymore.

4:30 PM: “P-U-L-L-E-E-E-E-E-E-Z-E take me out mommy,” is what I hear from Dixie’s whining. I keep playing on my phone pretending not to hear her. Several minutes go by, and the whining sounds more like a cry, now. And, this crying cannot be ignored. It’s making me sad and I’ve started feeling guilty. (And, I thought I was going to relax).
4:45 PM: “If I take you out, NO pulling Dixie,” I say firmly as I pick up the leash. Her tail, now wagging full-speed…(I can’t even see the tail clearly…looks like a Chinese fan, it’s quite a speed!) That made me smile. What a sweet creature! I kiss her on her head as I hooked her.
4:46 PM: I open the back door, and she takes off! “DIXIE STOP,” I scream. She stops – not by the fence, inside of which are shelter dogs – but by one of the shelter windows. She stands on her two, and pierces inside. (She probably sees familiar faces.)
First opportunity I get, I grab Dixie’s leash. I take her to the fenced area. The dogs, behind the fence are in their cages, and they start barking when they see Dixie. She barks back. Then suddenly she sits by the fence and watches them. They keep barking, but Dixie keeps watching. (Watching her old friends.)
4:55 PM: “Dixie come.” “DIXIE come.” “DIXIE!” “COME-ON!” Dixie did not budge. I could see in her big brown eyes, a spark of hope for her friends. My heart aches. I love Dixie…even if she pulls me hard!
5:00 PM: My daughter, muddy from playing and running with some of Dixie’s friends, is finished for today. Dixie runs to her, licks her to no end. My daughter takes her lease, and they walk back to the car. (Dixie does not pull her!) What? How come? Then I realize – Dixie is 2 in dog years…a teen in human years…of course, she is supposed to give her mother a hard time! 🙂
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VIBRANT!

I came across this wild-flower during my walk with Sir Thomas. As he was sniffing for a spot to mark; I happened to spot this tiny wild-flower. It was almost fall season last year, and an unusual time for this to be in bloom. It’s VIBRANT yellow color caught my attention for sure! And, when I enlarged this photo…the perfect symmetry blew my mind! Our nature is amazing!
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I’ll go for a walk… with who?
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.
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