Dogs Love to Play

I turned 54 recently and my dog Jack, 14; that translates to 72 in human years. I am grateful we’ve had the last 14-years to spend together. He has brought an immense amount of joy to my life.

20170729_200806We are both growing older. Jack spends the majority of his time sleeping on the couch, rising and finding a different spot to sleep. We still go for walks but they have become briefer. Instead of inspecting the neighborhood and everything, and I mean everything in it; we cross the street where he does his business and returns home. Gone are the days where he would sit outside with me while I read or completed therapy notes on the laptop. He does remain excited about the “walk around the house” Sunday morning when we retrieve the morning paper.

It is a sad thought that at some point he will no longer greet me at the door with his nub tail wagging but we will all reach that point in our lives. Death is one thing which we will all encounter. What we are unaware of the when.

I have learned so much from Jack. He has been an amazing teacher. Like so many moments which take place every day, there are those pearls of wisdom to be gleaned from the sea of life. Too many of us choose not to take the opportunity to see them as lessons.

Jack has taught me and then reminded me of the importance of “taking it easy” and gratitude for the things which I have

Life has a tendency to slow down as we get older. The things which we once saw as being on the list of “need to do” are often relegated to “maybe.” We begin to review our priorities seeing what is truly important and what no longer matters or matters as much. As a therapist, I feel sad for the individuals I see on a  regular basis both in my practice and simply traveling through life who don’t take the opportunity to slow down and reflect. We use this excuse “I don’t have any time” too much. We’re all busy but are we actually accomplishing anything or are we just busy?

One of the greatest gifts we have received in life is time and since we don’t ever know what our expiration date is, it behooves us to take every day and the see the beauty which it beholds. This morning as I was making coffee and getting ready to leave for work, my wife in the shower and my daughter had left already, I heard my grandson say, “Play with me Popi.” He was sitting at his little table and chair playing with his play-doh. I poured my coffee into a thermos and took a seat next to him playing make-believe with his play-doh. This ranks as high for me as sitting outside the other night watching the Notre Dame game with my son while enjoying a cigar.

Make sure you make time for those things in your life which are truly important. You’ll regret it if you don’t and no one likes regrets. Oh yeah, don’t blame others for the time you feel you don’t have and the time you don’t take for yourself.

 

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Squirrel Sunday

I arrived early at the park happy to see all of the picnic tables put away, save for one. This is just one more sign of the approaching winter. I watch as several squirrels scurry through the leaves which litter the ground like colorful confetti. Today I have come armed and ready for the onslaught.

ImageI take my position on the bench and as I am unpacking my camera gear, journal, fountain pen and ink, I have a feeling like I am being watched. Minutes later there is a tug at my pant leg. I look down not surprised to see my friend. He is an obese, very black squirrel. He is the size of a small cat and something tells me he does not miss a meal. 
 
My friend jumps onto the table and with little hesitation approaches me. He climbs onto my arm, his eyes rapidly scanning the area. He spots the bag and through the clear plastic he eyes the object of his desire. His paws play with the bag and when frustration wins him over, he simply grabs the bag and runs off. The bag, upside down, firmly clenched between his teeth and nuts dropping from the open end of the bag like hail during a hailstorm. As he runs away believing himself to be the victor, he quickly understands he has not bested me. I gather up the nuts which have fallen from the bag before he makes his return.
 
I leave the nuts in their protective shell and I watch as he buries his winnings, saving them as he has been taught for the cold, hard winter months which are approaching. He returns and I release several nuts from their shell and leave them on the table. Invitations have been sent and accepted. He sits mere inches from me, comfortable with my presence at least until the supply of nuts has been exhausted. Once exhausted, his belly presumably full, he runs off for the safety and solitude of the woods.
 
I ponder this curious friendship and watch as the sun makes its silent retreat toward the horizon. The temperatures continue their descent and a light breeze, making me rethink my wardrobe begins to lightly blow through the naked branches above me. Gone are the temperatures which beg for barefoot walking and the warmth of the outdoors. This breeze whispers through the leaves which stubbornly maintain their perch on the otherwise naked branches. Perhaps they had not received their eviction notice or simply like so many of their human counterparts refuse to leave. Their whisper competes with the sound of the squirrels as they run through the carpet of leaves which have already fallen.
 
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