This
post was delayed by several weeks - 1st because Kayla got
really sick from eating sticks, then she wouldn't go through the
daffodils, and I wanted pictures, and the Fibro got me... :)
Well,
as I think I may have mentioned previously on this Blog (jeesh, I
can't even remember what I last wrote about!) We have (#5 has) a cute
little Border Collie named Kayla. She really is so much fun, and
adds such a freshness, to at least my life. I guess because after
the things I have been through in my life, and now the Fibromyalgia,
I look at things differently.
Having
Kayla is
like having a 2 year old. I forgot about that, one very little, but
very important fact. But on the brighter side, she gets me out
walking and playing with her, which I probably wouldn't be doing half
of the walking if it weren't for her. By
the way, walking and exercising is supposed to be good for the
Fibromyalgia, but it hasn't helped me feel any better
physically....I'm still achy and sore.
It
is on these walks that Kayla reminds me that life is one big
adventure! She is so curious about everything, running from this
smell to that, picking up sticks, gravel, rocks, garbage. Now mind
you, she has already learned the words “Drop It” and “Leave
It”. So our walks are peppered with my words “Leave It” -
“Good Leave It, Good Girl Kayla”; “Drop It” - “Good Drop It
---wait...now Leave It!” I think sometimes she picks up stuff just
so I can tell her to “Drop It”. She just runs along happily,
sneaking rocks in her mouth. She's gotten so good, she can do it on
the run. She's a sneaky little girl (good girl).
One
breezy morning the brown leaves, left over from fall, were blowing
around. She was running and trying to, no...actually “Catching”
them in her mouth. It was so cute to see her uninhibited
playfulness, and I was thankful she wasn't picking up rocks. Along
this walk, we came across a row of daffodils (which are my
favorite flower). As a Border Collie, she is very fast,
and before I knew it, she was romping through the Middle of
the Daffodil bunches! I was mortified because they were my
neighbors flowers, but at the same time, it really looked like fun.
I reeled her in, only for her to try and dash out again, but I got
her this time. The next day, I was going to take a quick picture of
her romping through the row of Daffodils, because it was such a
carefree and life-loving image, but she had already learned it was a
no-no; at least until the following week. Again, earlier this week,
I was caught unaware (did she know that? Was she trying to fake
me out?) She bee-lined it for the daffodils and before I could
reel her in, she was happily grabbing at each pretty yellow flower as
she romped! She only got a few, and I am now more careful when we
walk past the Daffodils.
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| By the time I got to take a picture, the Daffodils were done blooming |
Near
the end of our walk today, I was thinking how much we can learn from
puppies, and the way they go through life, but I was hesitant because
puppies don't know when to stop, they just keep on going, until they
start to get in trouble, and then they keep going again. It was then
that I realized when Kayla can't settle herself down, I put her in
her crate and tell her to do “Good Night Nights”. And I think
that we should also put ourselves down for “Good Night Nights”
and allow our bodies and minds to rest and reset themselves so we can
“Romp Through the Daffodils Too!”
