I didn't think this would be easy, being that my dog was a stray running loose when she was found by a rescue, and a Coon-hound too, a roamer, not leash trained. It was the beauty of the animal and those golden eyes, the way she held her head so gracefully. The thing I liked about her the most was that she exuded calm, and the fact she was a little bit older didn't bother me, I have that same condition too. I took the dog home asking myself why, out of all the dogs at the showing, why an 80 pound dog, but deep in my heart I knew the answer.
In this dog's heart and in my heart were the last vestiges of my youth, rising to the surface again.
Yes, my bones ache, I get cold easy, I am tired after work, and I spend too much time on the computer. I tried to exercise in groups, go to the gym, walk with my IPOD, but the truth was, if I kept going the same way I was, I would soon become a sedentary old woman with nothing but memories to look back on.
So here we have been going for three weeks now, getting up before the sun rises, under the light of the moon for a long and lively walk, me huffing and puffing and stumbling along behind as she leads. Dark again, home from work and the long commute, we hit the road again, walking and walking, because I know hounds need lots of exercise and are miserable without it. Again before bed, in the wind, the rain and soon the snow, my companion will lead me back to health, and I have no choice but to follow because she has captured my heart. She brings me to nature, to the sights and sounds that I have been letting go by for so long, the crunch of the leaves underfoot, the smell of fresh crisp air, and the changing of night to day and fall to winter, moonbeams crossing the dark blue sky. My heart sings when I see the mist rising on the surface of the lake, the flight of the heron, the warm breath of my dog as I bow to pet her brow.
So early into this I have seen such results, her coat is shiner, she became house trained within a few days, she no longer tries to break free from the leash, and the once still tail has started to wag. She and I are starting to know one another's ways, likes and dislikes, weaknesses and strengths. We have a routine.She has begun to settle in the same space in which I reside. I witness the rise and fall of her chest and the snorts and sighs as she releases into sleep.
Am I still older? Yes, but my heart has already grown young, and my hope has been renewed.