My first “waterborne rescue” of a non-insect! I was kayaking near my house and chanced upon upon a little white terrier standing stoically on a log. He had his face caught a foot from the surface by his leash, which was lashed to a nub at the waterline.
He’d gotten away from his owner, an older woman in a wheelchair, and then gone swimming in the creek just as any red-blooded terrier would, but he ended up in trouble with his leash fouled on the log. He was a little love-bug and let me carry him up the embankment, which was awesome because I love little wet puppy bodies.
The Dog in Chief writes about the flourishing of embodied souls. In practice, that means a lot of content about exercise, the outdoors, strength, and the comedy of errors called cultivating character and happiness.
In his innermost life, the Dog is a serious Buddhist--crappy and disobedient, but still very serious--and writes about such things professionally. In this blog they are seldom at center stage, but they are usually nearby in the background.
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