Observe the unleashed dog: this is joy in it's truest, most undiluted form. Should you think the potential for pure happiness has died in this world, look no farther than at the end of your 6 foot leash. I believe every dog exists in a perpetual wait - exhibiting an amazing patience human's can't truly appreciate or maybe be capable of. They exist to love and obey without question, all while hoping against hope to hear that quiet, simple sound which means freedom from all restraint: the "click" of the eye hoop at the end of the leash snapping open.
To see my two Labradors (2 1/2 and 5 months) run free, crashing happily into the waves without a care this morning at Lake Charlevoix made me happy. How simple are the best pleasures in life. I wondered then, how long I had been on too short leash. But unlike them, I have the ability to unhook what binds me and be my own master. I just hope that I take the time the undo that hook, to look about me and, making the best of any situation as they so often do, find happiness in crashing against the waves, or the mud, or the trail less traveled where no barriers exist, if that is where my spirit takes me.
To see my two Labradors (2 1/2 and 5 months) run free, crashing happily into the waves without a care this morning at Lake Charlevoix made me happy. How simple are the best pleasures in life. I wondered then, how long I had been on too short leash. But unlike them, I have the ability to unhook what binds me and be my own master. I just hope that I take the time the undo that hook, to look about me and, making the best of any situation as they so often do, find happiness in crashing against the waves, or the mud, or the trail less traveled where no barriers exist, if that is where my spirit takes me.
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