Changes, Changes

I started this blog because I wanted to share the stories of my wonderful W's with Oz. I came back to it because we've lost her, and I wanted to remember her. One of the things that’s common to both of these is change.

What was amazing about the W's is how they changed my world. I like to think I'm both open-minded and original in my thinking…but I fall into routines like anyone else. I move from point A to point B with a purpose, and that means I cut out the rest of the world that doesn't serve this purpose. I wear blinders, almost literally. Driving makes it worse. I take the same routes, much like others, because they are the fastest/most direct routes.

Well. With the pup we didn't do any of that. Oh, we had purposes, but they were varied, spontaneous, and visceral. That is to say, if we ___ a ____ that ____ good, we ___ after/toward it.

If we saw a duck that looked good, we swam after it.

If we smelled a path that looked fun, we pushed through the woods towards it.

If we heard a cat that sounded friendly, we meandered that way, even if it meant going around a corner.And so on.

And what's more, the world changes. Apparently, it changes even from morning to noon, with new smells, new tastes, etc. After a while I got so I'd spot some of these, even if they weren't the ones Oz was tracking. Hey, the sun's now making that spider web glisten! Hey, that flower that was half-closed is open now!

Hey!


Greg