Sunny and Unhurried

There are several times a day when I catch myself thinking I need to blog about that, and yet when life gets even remotely busy, the blog gets pushed to the back of the to-do list. These dogs give me so much to reflect on, so much that I want to share with people, but I am not always as diligent about putting pen to paper as I want to be.

Today was another one of those days… I’ve been saying I need to get back on the blog for what seems like days weeks now. I promise things really have been crazy around here. The new year had inspired Ryan and I to make a few job/school changes and for a while there we were working 60+ hours each and overcommitting ourselves to a bunch of other extracurriculars.

Add to the mix a giant Lucy emergency (which she has recovered well from I promise!) and many silly blind dog antics (like the time Beamer tried to run away from Ryan and made it a block from the apartment before being safely caught), and we have crazy.

Thankfully, we came to our senses a couple of weeks ago and rearranged our schedules to acheive some kind of normal (for now anyways), so here I am on the blog again. Except that today I had every intention about reflecting on last month’s emergency vet visit (that left Lucy semi-paralyzed for a few days), but instead I am going with a picture recap of today’s sunset walk.

Can you blame me? A month ago, there was snow on the ground, making it impossible to walk the dogs, especially the one with the bum legs… But today was a happy almost-sixty degrees outside and the first time in what seems like forever that we’ve had a chance to take an easy stroll just the four of us. And there are few things I love more than sunny, unhurried, carefree walks with the family…

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It Runs In the Family

My parents flew in from DC last weekend to spend some quality time with their grandpups! And although there were plenty of heartwarming moments with the four-legged furballs, Lucy & Beamer, my favorite moment by far was more cold-blooded in nature.

While driving my parents back from a long day out in downtown KC, the three of us spotted a turtle on the side of the road. Being one block from the apartment, I quickly pulled over and let my parents out while I parked the car. By the time I caught up with them, operation help the turtle cross the road was well under way.

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We were pretty sure the turtle was trying to reach the creek at the bottom of the hill.

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After helping the turtle to safety, I was eager to tell Ryan about how my parents jumped out of the car to save a turtle. “Now you know where I get it from,” I told him with a smile. Ryan knows all too well about jumping out of cars to help animals.

It was not too long ago when I made him stop the car to try to help a stray dog running through a busy street. I remember telling him “I know you’re not going to like this, but you know I have to do this. Stop the car and let me out.” It was after dark in a fairly unsafe part of town, but he let me out anyways and anxiously watched as I tried to coax the dog towards me. Thankfully, that pup eventually led us to her backyard, and all was well in the world again.

I know I’m not the only one out there who will automatically stop whatever they’re doing to help an animal in distress. For some of us, it is instinctive and for others it is unreasonable. Ryan learned this about me when we spotted a mangy mutt running across Main Street late one night during my first visit to KC. It was early on in our relationship, so I remember saying something to him like “Please don’t think I’m crazy, but we have to follow that dog!”

I don’t know exactly what ran through Ryan’s mind when I blurted out this demand (because let’s face it, it was a demand not a request). Or when he watched me do my best impression of a playful puppy in the middle of Main St. But he stayed with me until we eventually caught the lost dog, some sixty minutes and several blocks later. And nearly an hour after that, sometime after midnight, we returned Lola to her loving owner.

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So, Ryan probably wasn’t surprised when he heard that one of the first things my parents did after arriving in KC was help a turtle cross the road. As he put it, “some things just run in the family.”