Today I am stuck. I am sluggish. I am stagnant. You would think that the Dog Days of Summer, those oppressive hot days when you step outside and feel like someone opened an oven door right in your face, were already here. They’re not. It is a cool 85 degrees F outside. I need to relax, refresh, and reboot.
I often fail at allowing myself to relax. Even when I look like I am relaxing, my mind is always running. If I try to let it idle, my inner voice accuses me of being lazy.
The dogs are better at relaxing than I am. They have it down pat.
Here is a list of tasks in their average workday:
- run around with tongue lolling out,
- chew on stuff,
- oh, and don’t forget to eat some grass now and then,
- pick up a stick,
- drop it in a new place,
- sniff everything at least once.
Work done? Find a cool spot on the floor, flop belly flat onto it, and NAP. For how long? For as long as necessary.
That sounds like a plan. Well, I would leave out the stick and the grass eating and be selective about what I sniff, but the nap might hit the spot. Maybe not belly flat on the floor. The bulldogs and I do have our style differences.
It’s a Dog Day. Hallelujah!
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