My Dog And I Are The Same Age
The main difference is that to Judd and all dogs, aging and all that comes with it, just ‘is’. A fact of life to be accommodated without complaint. I on the other hand, am a whiner, bitching about my tight hamstrings, sore elbow and shrink-resistant girth. I complain about how, “Aging sucks!”, when in truth and as an exercise physiologist, I know that ‘lack of exercise sucks’!
Imagine how cool it would be to be able to accept everything in life that happens to you without complaint, successfully being able to ignore or be completely unaware of whatever had happened to you. Just ‘being’ a term my British friend George uses and one I disparaged, might not be so bad after all. And I do note that there are many of our vets from Afghanistan, who have lost a limb or two who do indeed exhibit these wonderful traits.
I look up to and admire, Judd the dog. Many of his traits, except the excess gas, I aspire to. Okay Juddy, time for a walk. Where’s my leash?