This morning was rainy and chilly. The sky was dark and the sidewalks were glossy. Puddles pooled in the corners of uneven slabs and gathered at the curbs. It was the kind of morning that might lure one into a second cup of coffee and appreciation from the comfort of the couch.
But, because of Chuck, I go outside every day. She doesn’t mind inclement weather. In fact, she seems to revel in it. She turns her face into the wind and rain and smiles. It makes me happy to see her happy. And I am grateful for her relentless need for walks.
Today, we walked to Lakewood Park and ran in the fields and jumped on the solstice steps. We tilted back our heads and watched huge flocks of geese fly overhead. We let the rain mist our faces and looked out at the gray lake crashing against the shore.
When we got home, we were soaked to the skin. Chuck is not a fan of being dried off, so I always drape a towel over her. It seems to calm her and resign her to the process. Then, she eats breakfast and curls up in her crate while I get ready for work.
