Ready to go
Back to part 4 in this series about our previous dog, Mick. He was a Beagle/Foxhound mix, kind of a Beagle with a longer snout and taller legs. One of the things I liked best about Mick was that he was nearly always ready to go!
If I picked up my keys, he ran to the door thinking he was going with me. It didn’t matter if I was headed to the bank, to the store, wherever – he wanted to go! So he grew to enjoy riding in my little white pick-up truck with his head hanging out of the passenger-side window.
Don’t you wish we were more that way? Do you remember how exciting it was to go with your dad or mom to the grocery store or to run errands? Somewhere along the way we can lose that excitement to just hang out with those we love.
My father used to take me along with him for his every-other-week haircut at the local barber shop. It was located on the second floor of this unique building near the center of our town. On the same floor, but at the opposite end, was a shop that sold nuts and candy. They actually roasted peanuts right there in the store!
Ah, the smell of roasting peanuts mingled with the fragrance of that cheap after shave the barbers used on the men after their haircut, because they shaved around their ears. I can almost smell that peculiar mixing of fragrances now.
I would be so excited that he, my dad, wanted me to go with him – more likely my mom just wanted me out of the house. Mick’s reaction to “being chosen” to go for a ride often reminded me of those simpler days of riding with my dad.
How can we regain that excitement for the simple things in life again?