The last week has been spent housesitting. Since beginning this journey it’s the longest I’ve spent in one place and I’m ready to move on. I miss having four wheels under me.
One of the reasons I’m here is because there is a dog. He’s young and full of energy. I’ve watched as in 5 days he has completely adapted to me. He’s figured out what I want from him and what is unacceptable. He’s gone from being a crazy, hyper, super energized maniac and has become calm.
He still has tons of energy, this morning he moved an entire stack of firewood from the back yard up onto the patio. One guess who gets to move it back.
He still has a 6th sense and knows exactly where I’m going to want to stand next when I’m in the kitchen. He lets me know by laying there.
He still insists, in the evening when our day is done, that he is a lap dog. All sixty plus pounds of him.
In spite of retaining his personal preferences, he’s watched, listened and adjusted to living life with me in it.
I’ve got two more days here and then I’m back in my van. I’m definitely taking what I’ve learned from this dog with me.
Listen, watch, learn… and adapt.