Every morning, I sit at our kitchen table eating breakfast and skimming over the local newspaper with Casper Mountain as the view out the window. I can see the back half of our acre property and traffic going by on Hwy. 220. The sun gently kisses the frosty Autumn air as the Blue Jays, Sparrows, and Doves awaken to scamper for treats at their feeders.
Robert left early again this morning for another attempt at getting his elk for the season. So, I sat alone at the kitchen table eating breakfast with "Sunday Morning" on the television. I had just fed "the boys" (Nugget and Comanche...our Golden Retrievers) before getting my own breakfast and knew that soon I'd see Nugget going for his morning stroll.
Just like clockwork, Nugget and Comanche emerged from the back porch doorway full of breakfast and began their morning routine. First doing a nose-dive on the frosty lawn, rear ends in the air, slowly inching their whole body down to roll around in the grass and stretch. Happily full from having just ate.
Then Nugget headed to the east side of the back half of our property and began his morning stroll. Sniffing all along the way gathering smells of deer and creatures who had visited in the dark of night. On a slow stroll, he eventually made his way to his starting point at the back porch. Sometimes, Comanche joins Nugget on his stroll, but this morning he was on his own. Comanche was checking out the front yard.
I noticed this morning, that even though Nugget has been in some pain lately with the effects of cooler weather on arthritis, he never limped during his stroll. He just took his time enjoying every smell as he explored his well-worn back yard trail...as he does practically every morning...while the sun warmed his aging body and bones. His version of morning meditation, in a way.
We could probably all use a little more "morning meditation" like Nugget enjoys.
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