Today I honor my pets.
Less filling; they're great! No, not beer. Even though I do enjoy the beverage I'm referring to my darling greyhounds, Nevada and Lexi. The tan boy and the black girl dog; the old and the young. These days seeing the world through the eyes of my senior dog Nevada and my vivacious little Lexi has been an education. A study in contrasts. Together they teach me to savor the moment and to relish spontaneity.
I started the adoption process and was lucky enough to be matched with the perfect first dog. Nevada joined our family on Labor Day weekend seven years ago. He's been the most patient dog teacher for me. And a happy-go-lucky goofball. The sweet old guy will be 13 next month.
I never planned to have more than one dog, but a female greyhound came two months later as company for Nevada. Solo was one of those dogs that just happen to show up when you didn't even realize how much you needed them. My sensitive little shadow who seemed to understand my every emotion. Even though it seemed far too soon to say goodbye she left us in August last year.
This time we needed a companion for us as well as for Nevada. The hole Solo left was just too big for us to bear. Enter Lexi. Lexi was adopted in November, a baby at just three years old. She's full of energy and enthusiasm and curiosity. And she's a sweetheart who likes to cuddle and bury her head under my arm to get as close as possible. Lexi is always a step ahead of me which keeps me on my toes.
These days we take lots of walks. Slow, plodding walks that exercise Nevada's nose more than his legs. And then one, or even two more extended walks to wear out my energetic little girl. My dogs teach me to stop and smell the grasses....or at least to hang tight while they water them. They teach me that a straight line may be the quickest, but it's not always the most interesting path. My gorgeous greyhounds--built of muscle and sinew, speed and strength have taught me that inside their athletic, muscular chests beat the biggest hearts I could ever imagine.