Day of rest
Technology makes my life chaotic.
I love technology, obviously, but I don’t want it to control my life.
For me, remaining in control means consciously observing a day of rest on Sundays, away from technology and other distractions. It’s even a day away from my dog walking business.
A day of rest is hardly my idea, of course. People have been attempting to relax on Sundays seemingly forever. We need that.
A day of rest for me means no calling, texting, blogging, emailing, checking Facebook or working on anything business or money related from dawn until dusk.
This gives me much needed time to reflect, relax, write in an actual notebook, take photos, talk with Josh and spend time with my animals.
Ace and I had time to go on a nice, relaxing walk yesterday, the kind of walk where I actually connect with my dog and we are not stressed. I didn’t bring a leash. Didn’t need one.
When Ace and I are connected by our energy, he does exactly what I want without me asking. Without a leash, I must be conscious of that energy.
On these walks, I think about how lucky Ace and I are, and I wonder if I will ever have this kind of connection with any other dogs. I hope so.
We’ve been playing a lot of “touch” where I hold out my right hand and yell, “Ace, touch!” He comes charging as fast as he can, leaps up and bumps his nose into my palm. Much more fun than the usual, “Ace, come!”
We worked on some scent games, too. I had him wait while I zig-zagged through the field and randomly dropped an object I’d shown him. With the command “find it!” he goes to work.
It’s fun watching my dog circle wide, trying to catch the scent and then narrowing in – drool flowing – until he finds it.
I wonder what kind of hounds are in my dog’s ancestry, and what that nose could be capable of with proper direction.
This week has predicted temps in the high 30s. This is the time of year I am normally facing the brutal cold. I can’t believe my luck.
Brown Christmas, welcome.