Finally...a break in the rain and the chance to take a nice walk into the woods with my poor neglected puppy. Actually, she isn't the least bit neglected. Her need to run pushes us out the door at all manner of hours and she can chase balls and frisbees until we are falling down tired but there is something a wee might sad about her obsession for fetching things like balls and frisbees. I love to throw things for her but even I get tired of the repetition and my arms and shoulders begin to ache. I've started throwing the ball with the blast of a tennis racquet because she runs so much further that way. Her passion for fetching has a riveting quality to it. She is driven and as I watch her and throw for her, it seems she could run herself to death...and yet there is her happy left-side flopping tongue that indicates a joy in what she is doing. Yes, she is obsessed. Yes, the balls and frisbees have a power over her. Even when she is feeling her most rebelious and refuses to come when called, she will always come running to the sight of her humans with a throwable object in their hands. Maybe it has a quality of addiction. I don't know. I just know that there is absolutely nothing more heart swelling than taking her for long walk in the woods near a brook or stream. She loves making the woods her agility course and I adore watching her. She races full speed, jumping over tree limbs, stumps and rocks. She is grace in movement and she shows absolutely no hesitation for any obstacle she encounters. Her confidence never falters. But when she hears the gurgling of a running stream, she is carried away with her joy at dancing through the water, lying down in a pool and drinking the wild water leisurely. She is free. She is encountering every living thing with a curiosity and trust that inspires me. I believe she hears the music of the rambling stream and her exuberance is obvious. Would that we could all live our lives like Sadie in the woods...in an unbounded expression of love.
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