Keep Moving

Walking each day has become my new commitment to myself.

I think it may rather be a gift to myself.

I have four aging dogs that haven't really discovered that they may be old and/or overweight.

I myself have already discovered both of those facts about myself.

But walking with the dogs each day has proven to be a challenge.

I am as embarrassed about the Great Dane Abby's weight gain as I am about mine. Doesn't seem to bother her in the least. Her biggest concern is that Sophie, the redhead, gets in her bed and then the tattle tail comes out in Abby and she whines and stares until I make Sophie move.

Saffron, on the other hand, lets nothing bother her. She looks like an ewok and by this time in her life has trouble seeing, hearing and walking but none of that seems to rock her world. Wish more people could have that kind of attitude.

My redhead Sophie came into my life because she has a deadbeat mom that moved away and left her for her grandmother to raise. At least there is no baby daddy I have to deal with. Besides, she thinks she is special and we don't want her to know she's just one of the girls. 

Then there is Henry, the Great White Pyrenees, the gentle giant that keeps watch over our property as if he is under contract with the CIA. He loves the walks but takes his own path because he believes he is in charge.

So where does that leave me with my walks?

 Great Dane on my feet,

 redhead leading the way,

ewok so slow I can't get a decent pace going,

 and a flash of white fur seen forging a path through the woods. 

I'll tell you where it really leaves me:

Having the time of my life.

Breathing and Receiving

C