For some reason, whether it is the impending snow, seeing people walk their dogs, or just a quirk, I've been thinking about a dog we had in our family years ago. Her name was Pepper - a sheepdog/bouvier mix.
What I keep thinking about is how she loved, and I mean loved, to run in the fields down by the river near our house. Pepper especially loved running in the snow, and would often come barreling up behind someone and clip them in the knees causing them to fall (displaying a rather human playfulness).
Anyway, Pepper would run - tongue & tail wagging, until she literally could not walk. My father would then pick her up and carry her home. I remember him doing that so many times.
Pepper's pure joy and go-for-broke pace makes me think - I wonder about that "all out" nature - pushing until literal exhaustion. I'd like to think of living life that way. Pushing and running at full tilt - tongue & tail wagging - until one just can't anymore.
Anything less seems half-hearted. But how does one embrace and foster the "inner-dog"?
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