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A Walk in the Woods Part I

A Walk in the Woods Part II

Dream a little dream...

We took a walk by the river. We hadn’t been out together in a long time. It wasn’t too hot like it can be sometimes and there was a lot of water which makes us happy. There was a time when my canine sister could travel a long way and never tire but those days are in the past. At the start she’s off like a bullet. Just a small skip in the step revealing her age. A little something odd if you look from behind where the back legs seem to move together. The once graceful stride has become a bit of a pendulum swing. She’s better downhill these days and makes a break for the first pool. When I catch up we hit the trail with a steady eagerness. Side by side. Fighting a little to be in front just as we used to. She can’t hear the squirrels anymore or me when I call her but she still indulges herself and includes me when I’m paying attention. I admit with a little shame that I’ve wanted another younger bouncier dog to take with me on the long walks. But when I slow down a little and make a shorter day of it I think that nothing could be better than being in this moment with my old friend. We take a break at a crossing with lots of dipping opportunities. I toss a chicken stick but it sinks. She doesn’t like to put her head under as she’s always been more of a wader. I reach in for it because she asks me to with the way she has of asking me things. We take our time here to re-energize our body and spirit. The uphill parts take a little more time and my sister falls behind. Mouth agape. Tail tip brushing the ground behind her. Even this small loop may be too much now. At the place with the stairs I bend down for her. She lets me lift her up to take the stairs with her at my chest. She doesn’t mind being humbled this way because we’re friends and besides no one is watching. On the final stretch out she picks up the pace a little. Perhaps she’s thinking of her little bed in the backseat. She gets out ahead but every now and then I catch her stopping and peeking back to be sure I’m coming. Because that’s what friends do and because I have the keys after all and the chicken sticks.