When I walked outside to walk the dogs…

When I walked outside to walk the dogs…

The wind was blowing.
A neighbor was cutting the lawn.
Two contractors were making concrete.
A fire engine could be heard in the distance.
Another neighbor was picking up his toddler off the road.
A landscaper was shoveling mulch.
The sun was shining.
A plane was flying overhead.
Cars drove by.
Birds were chirping.
A dad was walking his son home from the pool and he said ‘Hi’ to me and I nodded and said ‘Hi’ back as I typed this.

When I walked outside to walk the dogs…

I walked into multiple things already underway.
I became a part of the symphony.
Amongst it all.
Of it.
In it.
The beautiful chaos.

And I smiled remembering our walk in the morning.
Just the three of us, seemingly with the world to ourselves.

Fox...

4:15AM.

Sometimes, I’ll say the word ‘Fox’ to get the dogs moving. Today was one of those mornings. Remnants of rain dripped off the ole sycamores as we worked our way to the corner. ‘Let’s go see the fox’ I said…and they pulled this way and that. Two bunnies looked up from their nap and hopped away. I watched them as the dogs found a favorable spot to sniff. Out to our right, a fox trotted down the sidewalk and it took a few seconds for our brains to register it. Finn immediately lurched forward, crying his fox alert and Chewie did his Chewie thing, pulling and biting his leash and whipping his head back and forth. It’s quite the sight. Unbothered, the fox made his way by and as he crossed the street he turned back to look at us. You know me. I started talking to him. He sat down and appeared to listen as I promised him an egg and did my best to keep my guys settled. We worked our way home and I could see him following us, so I ushered the dogs into the backyard and ran into the house for the egg. When I returned to the front yard, I didn’t see him anywhere, so I left it by the front tree. A promise is a promise.

Happy Tuesday.