Entry 3: He won’t stop playing

Well crap. When I started this site I know I wrote a lot of stuff that could be considered pretty sad, but Scooter is down right rejecting sadness this morning.

He woke me up by simultaneously wagging his tail and hitting me in the face with his paw (one of his favorite, more effective gestures), and I swear when I opened my eyes he was smiling at me. I set him on the floor and he tore ass downstairs to his toy crate, grabbed the squeaky squirrel and ran laps around the living room. Then he dropped the squirrel, grabbed the squeaky bear, and ran laps around the living room. Then he dropped the bear, and grabbed Eli the monkey, and do you know what he did? He ran laps around the living room, dropped Eli, grabbed his wubba (a squeaky toy that’s a mix between a squirrel and furry pom-pom) exploded out the backdoor and ran laps around the yard. His energy has eviscerated any chance of sadness in our house.

I took a picture of him at the dog park once, running at full-speed. Later, when I looked at it closely I realized not one of his paws was touching the ground. He flies when he runs. He’s badass like that.

When he runs, he flies.

What a beautiful reminder from Scooter that if we spend our time mourning future circumstances we can’t control, we‘re not free to enjoy the very exciting, very awesome, very fun potential ... of right now. What potential does this morning have for you?

I’m going to go play with my dog now.