Yesterday I was telling a friend about my new dog, Baker. She’s been thinking about getting a dog. “But I wouldn’t want to have to walk one in this weather,” she protested, glancing outside at the snow on the ground and the dreary day.
Yes, it is something we humans mind – but the dogs are eager to go outside no matter what. We don’t have a fenced yard, so every time they go out my routine is something like this: Notice dog standing by the door, glancing back and forth between me and the door until I get the message. Put on down jacket, scarf, hat, gloves, and boots. Grab cell phone in case I should fall. Pick up leash; dog begins dancing in circles. Take off gloves to clip leash on dancing dog. Grab poop bag. Turn on outside lights. Tell dancing dog to sit. Open door.
Once we are out in the yard, the dogs are completely in the moment of snow, burying their noses in it, leaping through drifts, sliding like otters on their shoulder, and rolling on their backs. Seeing them enjoy it, my resentment fades and I enjoy the beauty of the magical landscape, the crystal air, and the silent night.
I’m thankful to live with dogs. They find joy no matter what!