But now that I have seven dogs, quiet is naught but chimera. Vain fantasy glimpsed as a shadow through mist.
Or fog. Dense fog.
|Duncan & his favorite toy: any cardboard box.|
Don't get me wrong. I love my dogs and therefore I love it, all of it. I love the company, I love the challenge of understanding their behavior and of getting them to understand what I want from them. I love to watch them interact with each other. I love to interact with them.
the beauty of quiet.
And then one day I'll be at the beach with them and they all run off chasing after--well, whatever they find to chase, and I'm suddenly all alone with the wind and the ocean and the sun. And I feel recharged.
I need to remember.
I need to remind myself to get some quiet. Just a little. It makes me a better person--and my dogs are the first to benefit from that.
What do you give up for the ones you love? Have you found a way to recover it, even in bits and pieces?
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Happy (Easter) A-to-Z-ing!