The magic of the trail

There is some kind of magic that happens when a group of humans and dogs walk together. We all start as strangers. The dogs are variously excited, curious, nervous, shy, or even afraid, finding themselves among others of diverse sizes, shapes and temperaments. The humans are friendly but cautious, watching their dogs reacting to the adventure about to begin. We introduce ourselves. Most of us will more easily remember the names of the dogs rather than the names of their humans. We take a final attendance check, and head out on the trail.

Three to five minutes into the walk, the leashes start to come off. Some dogs surge ahead, but others hang behind, close to their humans. Some of the dogs will stay on leashes for the entire walk, and that’s just fine. We watch our dogs chase up and down the trail, chasing each other, circling back to check on us, sniffing for a treat here and there. Big dogs, little dogs, running and playing and clowning but always moving forward, moving together, two legged and four legged, along the path to the destination of the day.

Sometimes we walk a loop trail. Often we walk to a certain point or place and then retrace our steps. As the walk progresses, we shift positions, walking and talking with different people in the group, different paces, many conversations. The dogs shift position, too, finding some pack order or rank as they move along, becoming more comfortable with each other, working together to progress along the path.

We stop, at least once, for a short rest. We stop sometimes because of the rules. They are few and simple. First, you must always be able to see the person behind you on the trail (unless you know you are last.) If you can’t see that person, you must stop to let them catch up and come into view before proceeding. Second, if you come to a turn or intersection in the path, you must stop until everyone catches up and knows which way to turn. That’s about it.

The rest is short because the dogs will tend to pick on each other if they stop moving forward for too long. Sometimes I think that’s true of humans, too. We turn back, or move through the loop, now relaxed and happy in our company, on to the end of the walk. We water our dogs, load into the cars with many fond goodbyes and wishes to see each other again soon. We have created a peaceful, happy community of humans and dogs for a little while. Our souls are the better for it.

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She thinks she’s still a puppy.

It’s Monday morning and another week begins.  Martha ran around like a puppy on Saturday during our  group walk on the Migratory Way, and we stopped for a cooling off swim in the river before heading home to the air conditioning.

And yesterday the effects were evident.  She was very quiet, didn’t come out of bed for her breakfast until I prompted her, and slipped while jumping up on the couch.  She’s had lameness for about a year now, helped by acupuncture, chiropractic adjustments, and some pain meds.  It’s caused by arthritis in her spine, according to the vet, and there’s really nothing to be done but treat the symptoms when they occur.

I have always known she would grow old sooner than me.  It breaks my heart to see her in pain.  But I’ll let her run like a puppy whenever she wants to, for as long as she can, because that’s who she is and always will be.

 

 

New week, new blog

Although the stifling heat and humidity seem to slow everything down, I’ve tried to keep up with walking Martha.  The daily trips, however short, help me to focus on the simpler things outside and help me reconnect with her.

I hope to define some focus for this writing soon, but right now I’m just exercising my writer brain a little bit at a time.