Last Sunday I was feeling pretty down. I called my mother. We talked about the various things for a bit, and then, she pulled the best advice from her bag of tricks. Her advice applies to anyone who is having a particularly bad day and is also lucky enough to share their life with a dog:
“Take the day off. Focus on taking care of Miles today.”
“Take care of him, so he can take care of you.”
I took her advice and resisted the urge to stay at home and sink like an anchor into myself. I grabbed my backpack, and ejected myself into the brisk October afternoon with Miles (who has no problem launching himself outside, as long as it is not raining). Our course was set to a place I knew he’d love. A spot ridiculously close to home — only a mile and a half away. “Why don’t we go there more often?” I thought, my frustrations beginning to take a backseat to the mission at hand. The sun was shining, and my attention became absorbed with the various Sunday neighborhood goings-ons on the way down the long hill.
When we arrived to the dog-friendly beach, I let Miles loose, and sat on a log. I stretched, and let my lungs fill with the fresh chilled air. I let my mind relax, and I watched Miles.
And it worked.