Walking the Dog

So I just took out my pup for a walk around our neighbourhood, & enjoyed it so much. Now, if you know me, you’ll know that’s a strange comment coming from me – I HATE exercise in any shape or form, unless it’s horseriding. Other than that, you’ll never find me at the gym, or jogging along the road, or (horrors of horrors) taking classes where you bounce around or stretch until you pull or break something.

But there’s something so peaceful and calming about walking a dog. The quiet, and the fact that my mind empties of all thoughts and worries, brings me such a deep sense of contentment.

We walk along, my pup’s nose glued to the ground as he sniffs out every scent along the path, and on many occasions, yanks at the leash in his bid to meet the many dogs behind our neighbours’ fences, almost causing me to meet the dirt face first. For the most part though he jogs along, tail constantly wagging, trying to snatch at his leash, his eyes bright and so happy. I don’t think there is anything happier on earth than a puppy – just like kids, they seem to see everything in great splotches of vibrant colour, and never see the dark corners or masses of grey that the rest of us see.

As our walk comes to an end and we are rounding the corner into our street, the sky comes into view where the sun is setting – what a sight. It’s just one of those moments that you drink in, where it’s just you, your dog, and the vast, brightly painted sky.

Now that’s what I call a great end to a long weekend

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