Day 2: Arrival

Turns out, Trace is pretty much fine. He saw a vet this morning and they found some upper respiratory problems. I feared the worst: heartworm (he had all the symptoms). Luckily, that came back negative. This whole ordeal just feels like an overreaction on my part, but it got me to understand, however neurotic we may get, how our dogs have such a grip on our hearts – this is a good thing.

Amazingly, this seemed like a fast trip getting here to Vermont. I may or may not have obeyed the speed limits coming over. I suppose my emotional center of gravity was already here and it was a matter of moments in time (24 hours of them) before my brain got here. It feels very peaceful. It reminds me of our summer cottage on Lake Michigan. I’ve been going up there since I was an infant and the cottage itself is pushing 100 years. The old rustic look and the musty, wooded scent in the air. As I type I feel like an old writer with his two pups at his feet, just letting the words come out naturally. And yet, I grin knowing I’ve only been here a little over an hour!

I am really excited to see what these two weeks are going to bring. I know I have a lot to learn and see and feel. I can only imagine how changed the dogs will be…and then how changed I will be. You see, I have found in my young 29-year-old life that immersing yourself in experience outside of your own context is a good way to understand things better, a way to find some sort of way or enlightenment, or even just a way to hold a mirror up to yourself.

Here’s to a great experience!

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6 thoughts on “Day 2: Arrival

    1. Yes, and I love it! Very unique and quite my style. I could sit here and drink coffee all day with the windows open while reading a book.

      1. At night time I keep them downstairs in the cabin while I’m upstairs. During the day they are kenneled just outside. They seem to be doing fine, although that’s coming from a person who doesn’t really have any owner addiction. Cousy paid me a visit upon my return from lunch and the dogs were speaking their hearts.

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