June 13, 2023
During the deepest depths of the pandemic, when it felt as if the lockdowns and business closures would never end, one activity would unfailingly take my mind off the doom loop. It wasn’t reading, music or movies, and it certainly wasn't burying myself in my work. Escaping news, after all, is difficult when you work at a news organization.
No, it was walking my rescue dog Shelly that would always put me at ease. More than just a chance to get out of the house and exercise, it forced me to dwell on another living thing’s needs rather than my own. And provided I admired the golden sunsets over San Francisco Bay instead of staring at my phone (admittedly, not always easy to do), it was one of few places to escape the Pez dispenser of bad news.
As we strolled on hilly suburban streets it was a joy to watch Shelly explore the neighborhood with her nose, sniffing bushes, lampposts and even car tires. She was always so focused and intent, and I endeavored to let her take as long as she wanted. I liked to imagine what was going on in her head. What other dogs have been here today? And where is that perfect spot to pee?
But my favorite moments were when she got into her walking groove, almost prancing down the street with a big smile on her face. Occasionally, she'd look back at me just to see that I was there, and I’d immediately forget the latest COVID case numbers. It was peaceful, heart-warming and a reminder to focus on the moment. She was just happy to be out with her human and to return to the home we gave her.
Three years later as the world is largely back to normal, I try to remember that feeling. Rather than easing cabin fever, walks are now a way to escape the drudgery of looking for a job. Sometimes there are days where walking Shelly does feel like a chore or just a block of time on a busy schedule. But then as I see her leap with excitement the moment I grab the leash, I remember this is the best part of her day. And it should be one of mine, as well.