Dogs are people, too. Having a dog is like having a little companion. A little sidekick. A charming little boo that loves you unconditionally and is the only one who can show you how to really, truly appreciate life to the fullest.
Brad and I went out of town for a few days with my mom and brother and left our little boo with his parents. B & I grew up in the same area and spent our high school afternoons escaping to the beach. (I guess bay front beaches count as beaches. Mini beaches, at the very least.) His parents still live down the road from said beach, so when I went to pick up Rosie on a warmer than average January Tuesday, I decided we should stop by so she could see some water. We've never taken her to a beach before, and I definitely wasn't dressed well for the post-rain muck out there, but she still had a grand ol' time chasing seagulls and zooming around in the sand.
I wonder what it would be like to see the world from her perspective. There's so much to discover. So many things to smell. I guess she can't fathom the massiveness of the world, but is just excited as can be when she stumbles upon something new; someplace new; some smell new.
Presence is a lesson I learn from her. Love. Discovery. Joy. She seems to secretly know it all, or at least doesn't have so many distracting brain waves that take away what is right in front of her nose.
So maybe she's a secret zen genius. Or maybe she's just a big, hairy, lovable dummy. :)