Play like you’re a puppy. No matter how old you are.
Having Toby around is teaching me a lot. About lots of things. Or maybe he’s reminding me of things I’d forgotten.
All Scotties are so, so similar, but different in many ways.
Since we’ve been without Stuart for nearly six months – that’s hard to believe isn’t it? – I no longer carry a camera. So I’ll have to tell you about our experiences.
Last evening, Toby and I were fixing a hose that I’d run over with the lawn mower. We were out in the area of Stuart’s Backyard Kingdom near the raised beds. Next to one of the beds is a patch of naturalized irises. I looked up and there was a panting pink tongue surrounded by a glimpse of black amidst green foliage. The nose was covered in dirt. That’s all I could see. No head. No body. Just black and pink. And a dirty nose.
Just like a Scottie.
He follows us around the house. So not like Stuart.
And when he goes on walks, he really walks. Fast. No sauntering. No lollygagging. No sitting around at the street corners.
But most of all, he plays. He loves to play. At 13, he’s more active than most dogs in the neighborhood. Except the puppies. I may have mentioned this before, but he’s latched on to a rubber squeaky that I dug out of a toy box long forgotten. The kind of squeaky with little legs and tiny pointy ears. They come in various sizes. This one’s about the size of an orange. In fact, it is orange.
I never knew it could squeak so loudly. Maybe it’s Stuart. Back for a little visit. Arooing at us through the shrill of the squeaks.
Toby’s teaching us to play like you’re a puppy. No matter how old you are. It’s a lesson we can all use.