Me and My Dog

I’m a guy with a dog. That defines my identity this summer, and has been establishing itself for nearly three years. My dog will be three in August, and my world exists around her. 

This last weekend was pretty telling as the two of us went camping in my favorite part of the North Shore in Minnesota. It was basically her and me and a campground. I have become increasingly attached to her and fully acknowledge she is my world. I don’t like to leave her alone for more than five or six hours.

So where do I begin to state that this relationship means everything to me. I live in a complex with an outdoor pool and it’s 95 degrees out today. If I didn’t have my dog, I would probably be there. But right now I’m in my recliner writing this note, and she is laying at my feet. If she isn’t there she is somewhere in my apartment, and we both know exactly where each other is. I really think that’s pretty cool, and it fulfills my day.

So where do we go from here, my dog and me. I received a camper from my cousin recently, that is a wonderful gift. It has changed my world. I’ve gone camping for a string of days three times in the last couple of months and I’m already searching for my next weekend road trip. I’m enjoying a lot of hiking in my camping travels, and that is good for my health, and my dog. 

I guess I’m just wondering where all of this goes. I’m really not looking for advice as I only want to begin telling my story and how I go forward. The world is wide open for me and I can pretty much go where I want to go. I’m imagining going south for a few weeks in the winter, something I never would have imagined until I received this gift. Now I’m imagining where it is I want to go.

Life can be wonderful when you find a purpose.