I just told my dog Grace that today would be a busy day. Am I really talking to a dog?
For all I know she was empathizing, thinking ahead about her own day filled with meals, naps, walks and hiding her favorite well-chewed toys in the clean laundry basket. That wasn’t what I meant about a busy day. But she was paying attention whatever the interpretation.
Grace always seems to be paying attention. Of course, it intensifies when I’m in the kitchen. But that doesn’t mean she’s not tuned-in elsewhere and at other times. It’s no wonder that I talk to her as if she understands. She hears me and responds.
Her calming, gentle, reassuring presence is comforting on grey days and her antics bring me joy all the time. She’s easy-going and pleased to be wherever she is. I admire her ability to give affection consistently and to live fully in the present moment. I have the feeling that she’s not lost in her thoughts of past and future the way I am.
Grace is never too busy to snuggle and is happy to rest when I do. If I’m not feeling well, she’ll come over and lick my forehead. She’ll try to get to my lips but that’s not happening. When it’s time for a walk and I’m pleased to get outside, she is too, likely for different reasons.
It’s warm, peaceful joy to simply rest quietly in Grace’s company and yes, to talk to her. She’s an always available buddy who shows me how to be attentive, in the moment, affectionate and gentle without saying a word.