Some doors, are simply necessary. required to gain access to a building for service or product. Other doors, also serve a similar need, but look very different, and what they deliver is often more philosophical, and/or spiritual.
Going through a small town, I saw lots of doors, and opportunities, but travelling on my own with a dog in the car, I felt that I shouldn’t make so many stops, although the weather was nice and breezy.
At the bank, they told me that dogs were welcome, (obviously I was not in the city, but a small town)… so… next time… I now I can bring Velcro in with me. He did very well today, it was our first time, touring the country side on our own.
We stopped at the breeders, so he could visit with his “distant relatives” and former pack mates. That was such a nice experience for us, his tail wagged, and his mates were happy to run in the enclosure and frolic in the fresh air. Since Canaille’s passing, he has been on his own, and at times.. feeling the “loss” of his friend and companion of many years.
We forget that it is not only the humans that grieve, but a pack member will also feel the loss, Keeper, a female whippet who is expecting in the next week or so, was very nurturing with him. It was a tender moment, they shared, and it lifted some of the weight of our loss from our shoulders.
On the way home we stopped at a couple of farms for fresh corn on the cob, cauliflower and broccoli. This is the time of year to really indulge. =^_^=
Guess who will have steamed cob on the corn for supper…..
Till next time, thanks for the visit.