DOG WALKING

WALKING THE DOGS

 

I have asked the Rain-gods to cease, long enough for me to take my daily walk.  Walk and daily habit and writing about something first thing in the morning, while drinking tea, is both therapeutic for me and my experiment to keep the mind and body in synch for the duration.  Lately I have been replaying the refrain, "Use it, Or lose it."  I remind myself, not to sit around all day.  Have a schedule.  A job.  Man-made even.  Don’t let the forces overcome you.  Not every movie is worth seeing.  

 

So that is the main focus of this blog today.  Movement is life.  Spectator sports and watching television are permitted, but only when its raining, and you choose to stay in, to watch your favorite NFL football team win on any given Sunday.  Limit your consumption.  Whiskey.  Spectator activities.  Bad movies.  And that’s my mindset for this Friday morning.  Write.  Think.  Move.  

 

And when do you think, his writing is a moving experience, and you need to get yourself some.  Probably, never.  But it’s all rhetoric.  And a form of self-help.  Now is the time to say in bold letters, Walking Is A Healthy Activity.  And the dogs will thank you, a thousand-fold in ways too numerous to tell.   Without knowing and fully understanding about the connection between you and your dogs, nor between the brain and walking, it is safe to suggest:  Dementia is not the way to go.  And the older we get, it is safe to say, "Use it, Or Lose it."  My blog for today.  Walking ( the )  Dogs.

 

Have you ever thought about why you like them?  Or why dogs have 4-legs and no Ferrari.  I have, and even the most disgusting thing can influence the brain, and promote improvement.  Stupid thoughts are more better than no thoughts at all.  Say it again for all to hear.  Dementia.  Your dog loves you.  Ok that might be an exaggeration.  It might be that when you take them out for their daily walk, it only reinforces their habit.  Like watching spectator sports or too much TV.  But it happens anyway, and more so when there is more than one canine in the house.  They have a way of letting you know. " Geesh Master, Aren’t you forgetting something."  Let’s go for a walk.



 

Walking brings about a most remarkable effect that is equally important for me and for the dogs.  60 minutes of physical activity, and with 3 dogs on a leash, tugging and pulling and jockeying for position and all the things that can happen, when it all is said and done, and I return to my favorite chair.  I notice.  We all settle down.  Are calm.  Its a remarkable effect.  World Peace.



 

I briefly mentioned dementia.  And how it comes to me that the wife is right when she says, " You watch too much tv.  Sports."  And my best comeback is when I tell myself, I don’t want to dwell on it, the canine brain, nor what my wife just said.  Dog brain activity and basic intelligence, theirs or mine or the wife’s is not my specialty.  So when she leaves the room, and the dogs are sleeping, I turn up the volume and tune-in.  ESPN.  After Walking Dogs.  After The Wife has her say.  I work on my favorite old-age project.  Slowing Dementia.  Ignoring some things.  You know what I mean. 

 

It supports mental health.  Tuning it out.  Regulating thought patterns and the daily routine.  Sitting in my chair.  I fully agree .  Use it, Or lose it.  And I know.  Its just a matter of time.  The dogs will walk.  Notice what time it is.  And stir.  Gang up on me.  Demand their afternoon walk.  Its what they do.  Wives and Dogs.  And its times like that, I surely realize.  It is not important who pulls who on dog walks out on the path.  What is important, is getting out.  Having a few minutes of solitude.  But not during bad weather or in a blizzard.  



 

Walking everyday, is what they do.  And that’s when I often think.  The best way to please the family is to let them join in.  And so I tell the wife.  "Yankees are on TV.  Do you want to go for a walk with me, and the dogs."  And that’s when I know.  Getting old.  This blog.  This blog writer.  And for the moment, am happy.  Even when I know.  Its just a matter of time.  Wife and Dogs and Dementia.  Will have their say.  And there is very little I can do about it.  This I tell myself. 

Smart Solitude is creating healthy doses of well-designed time alone.

And then fall asleep.