River Dog

Something has happened to our crazy P girl this year. She has absolutely completely fallen in love with the river. It is the only place she wants to go. The only place that matters to her, besides like my bed and the bottom of a chicken dinner.

This winter we experienced a big personal tragedy. The best thing we could do to start to heal was to go out in nature. Each weekend we would take ourselves and our dog out for longish nature walks. We went to the Verde River one day in Clarkdale and some lite up inside Penny. We had taken her to creeks and rivers and lakes before but she never seemed all that interested unless it was teeming with ducks.

On this particular day though something changed.

We were walking along the shore and Penny wanted to walk into the water. We let her and she kept skimming the surface of the water. Checking things out, smelling the leaves, taking a poop. All the things dog love.

This kept up for a while. We would take her to the River she would wade in, look for a duck, and keep hiking.

Recently she has gotten more brave she has wadded in until she can’t touch the bottom and has to swim a bit to get around. She is swimming from one side of the river to the other now. Looking for any ducks that might cross her path.

Last month we were on one of our weekend river walks and she jumped from the shore into the water just to chase a duck. It wasn’t actually a duck but a stick sticking out of the water. She swan to it bit it and then swam back so visibly proud of her conquest.

Verde River, Clarkdale, Arizona

She is such a goofy little dog. She reminds me to love things with all my heart and to share those things with my “pack.” She is the joy in a dark and hard time and the crier who will remind us that it is 5:23 and we haven’t taken her on a walk today. She is simply the best.