When I woke up this morning, I had to force myself to crawl out of bed, even though I had overslept. It was still dark. I sensed right away that it was cold outside (34 degrees, as it turned out). And I was lost in that netherworld between sleep and wakefulness.
The dogs, on the other paw, were ready for action. They ran down to the kitchen - Martha first, Aquinnah later - bright-eyed and eager as I saddled them up for their first walks of the day. The morning chill gave me a jolt when I first stepped outside, but the pups seemed not to notice as they put all of their senses into gear and headed up the street.
It could be argued that Martha and Aquinnah, being dogs, aren't intelligent enough to be grumpy and slow-moving first thing in the morning, that they operate on nothing higher than instinct. Or it could be argued that Martha and Aquinnah, being dogs, are so smart they've mastered a skill that humans find elusive - living in the moment, even when that moment is dark and cold.
The dogs, on the other paw, were ready for action. They ran down to the kitchen - Martha first, Aquinnah later - bright-eyed and eager as I saddled them up for their first walks of the day. The morning chill gave me a jolt when I first stepped outside, but the pups seemed not to notice as they put all of their senses into gear and headed up the street.
It could be argued that Martha and Aquinnah, being dogs, aren't intelligent enough to be grumpy and slow-moving first thing in the morning, that they operate on nothing higher than instinct. Or it could be argued that Martha and Aquinnah, being dogs, are so smart they've mastered a skill that humans find elusive - living in the moment, even when that moment is dark and cold.
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