While out for a short evening stroll the other night I was struck by how wonderful the world is to Jack. It wasn’t a walk out of the ordinary, just to the park a few minutes from our house, a jaunt through the field, then back home the longer rout, but everything was so amazing to him. He was unequivocally happy just to be out of the house, smelling the fresh air, and spending time with his humans.
It really makes me wonder if dogs are aware of their short stint on earth. Is it possible that Jack understands that he has a significantly shorter lifespan than I, and he is determined to enjoy every moment to the fullest even if it is as simple as the same old walk to the same old park? Is that why they are so forgiving? Do they have some profound understanding of mortality that we don’t? And more importantly, should we live our lives as forgiving and joyfully as they do? Finding happiness in even the simplest things? Should we learn to slow down and take it all in?
“I have been studying the traits and disposition of the “lower animals” (so called) and contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. And I find the results humiliating to me.” – Mark Twain