Yesterday my dog, Tekka, got loose at the park and chased down a rollerblader. To him, there was something truly ominous about this man who not only glided on wheels but pushed wildly forward with a ski pole in each hand. I ran after him (not even coming close to catching him) and he finally stopped and came back to me. It is only in hindsight that I can imagine the feeling he must have had the moment that, backing out of his collar, he was set free, bursting forward with youthful enthusiasm and power. Liberated. Free.
Though Amelie is still a good 15 years away from earning a driver’s license, she exerts her independence on two legs, a recent discovery that she can go anywhere she pleases. She pushes me away, wanting to be let down and waddles around on her very own. Happily, she too comes back to me, wants back up in my arms.
These two make me want to run and jump, enjoy some freedom of movement!
Have a happy holiday weekend out there.