Scenes from the Dog Park

The race had no finish line but the end of their boundless energy. There was no set course, no first place, no last place. They simply ran for the pure joy, smiling, tongues flapping outside of their open jaws.

There were at least ten of them, the lead a small, female red-nosed pit bull. She’d begin at the fence and lead her train as fast as they could go for fifty feet before rolling onto the ground as the others surrounded her, poking her with their noses until she was once again on her feet, running back to the fence.

I watched as I walked past them, my destination and purpose more clear, but not nearly as carefree. If only we could all be as joyous as a dog at play.

Read Full Post »