Sit, Stay
Monday, November 10th, 2008
This is my brother-in-law’s black dog. He’s a really sweet lab but is an ‘outdoor’ dog. He stays outside all the time. He has a pen, a doghouse and a really nice dog bed in the garage, but he’s never allowed in. He knows he can’t go inside so when there’s an open door the most he’ll do is poke his head inside and look at you with sad, heart melting eyes.
He’s never known anything but the great outdoors. Despite feeling bad for him when he sticks his old face inside and looks at the little Cairn terrier who gets to come and go at will, I can’t help but think how this is what TLC does for the black dog of depression.

Mid 80s with some rain mixed in and my yard is looking really good. I’ve taken the time to slow down, pay attention and enjoy it. Stopping to smell the roses so-to-speak. It helps to pay attention to the outside world and get out of your own thoughts and concerns if only for a moment here and there. This is true for everyone but especially those walking a black dog.
