Sometimes I wonder what the world looks like to my dog. I asked Jason what he thought while we were walking with her last week, and he said “tall.” I asked my mom later that night and she said, “big.”
She gives herself fully to everyone she meets, always welcoming them with slobbery kisses. She constantly wants to be surrounded by everyone she loves and somehow manages to get everyone in the same room.
When she goes in the backyard she sees nothing but possibilities. Creatures to hunt, places to mark as her own, a race track to run around, a shady spot to rest her head. And when she comes inside she finds the same thing in a living room, a bedroom, even a bathroom.
And while I sometimes wish she wouldn’t find all of the possibilities (like that time when she picked up the dead baby bird and I had to take it out of her mouth) I admire her wonder. Her belief that every day is something to get up and be slobbery about. I love how she seizes every moment and never worries about looking stupid. And I hope that every day I can take something I learn from her. I hope I can keep that sense of puppy wonder.