All of us will “go home” at one time or another. It may be by choice or by some other factor that we cannot control. I remember when I was a kid, we drove for what seemed like days to visit my Mom’s family in the country for “Decoration Day”. It was an annual trip that we took to decorate the graves of family members that had passed, known today as Memorial Day. Us kids had such a good time and it was a whole weekend of fun, excitement and things I had never seen before. There were 13 children in my Mom’s family of which my Mother was the youngest. We were the city folk side of the family, everyone else lived near the homestead. When we would visit, we would stay at Aunt Maggie’s house because it was the only home that had indoor plumbing, something that I took for granted at our own home. On Sunday after decorating the graves, we would gather at the homestead for the giant pot luck/pitch in dinner. I remember that if we needed to “go”, we had to go to the “barn” to do our business, which as a little boy, I thought that was pretty cool. All in all, it was a great weekend and I got to see my many cousins and play in the fields and get dirty. We always brought home fresh eggs and homemade butter, something my Dad said always reminded him of his youth when he was a boy.
As I have mentioned on the dog’s Facebook page this week, this is the first weekend that some of our pups start their journey to their “home”.
We have friends that will bring their three dogs for visits to the farm and two of them are senior dogs. When we go to the play area with their young “Scout” (who is just full of herself), Kiwi and Sweet Pea will usually walk out with us while we watch the youngin’s play. I do know from the owners that in Kiwi and Sweet Pea’s younger days, they were “full of it” too and were quite good at playing Frisbee, swimming and all the activities that dogs will do and were very active dogs.
Because of their limited activities now, Kiwi and Sweet Pea will stand close to us while all of the other dogs are playing within a few feet, but in their mind, they are running and scampering and chasing the Frisbee like in the old days, I know…, I can see it in their clouded eyes and in their faces. At this time of their life, their eyes are a little cloudy but they still hear the familiar sounds of the ball bouncing and smell the water that they use to get in and did many times in their youth. As they now sleep in their twilight years, I know in my heart that they dream of the times they too, were running, playing and getting in the water. Kiwi and Sweat Pea... sleep well and enjoy your twilight years and dream of forever running and playing from your youth, you deserve it, rest now because another adventure awaits you and life starts anew….
As our new pups leave to go to their forever homes, please remember, if you are the owner or an owner of any dog, remember, their journey is just beginning and the foundation of their dreams start now.