Tools of my day continue with this picture from yesterday. This is Kitty's leash and poop bags. Who would have thought that such small items could influence my life so very much. I figured it out that we walk between 1 and 2 hours DAILY. Sometimes, she sniffs and I stand, but we are definitely out that much everyday. It is good for both of us, as I do a lot of thinking and creating and worrying on those walks. They are sort of my "morning pages" (The Creative Way). Kitty loves her morning walk and gets so excited when my alarm goes off. Sometimes when I awaken early, we head off into the dark morning. Such was the case this morning when I woke up at 5:20 a.m. and decided to get up around 5:45 when I knew that going back to sleep wouldn't happen.
It was pretty dark and Kitty got spooked a couple of times. She and I avoid the back evergreens for fear of a herd of deer. The last thing I need is to get charged by a randy buck. Some mornings we spend a shorter amount of time outside - if I have to get ready earlier or if it is raining really hard.
I often think how lucky I was to have Kitty after my parents died. Her needs took the place of my desire to stay in bed and avoid people all day. She made me get up and get going and the walk around the neighborhood in the early morning was very healing for me. I cried on many of those walks for the first few months after Mom and Dad died, but I also spent many mornings thanking God for the beauty of the day and the beauty of my life with Mom and Dad.
She is very good for me and I think I am very good for her. She is supposed to be Greg's dog, but I feed her, bathe her, and walk her so she is pretty attached to me.
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