Dogma: An authoritative principle, belief, or statement of ideas or opinion, especially one considered to be absolutely true.
My dogma is this: Dogs are a healing breed.
I could not have survived the last 11 months of debilitating injury without two things: (1) Mike and (2) Harley.
I fundamentally believe that hanging out with your best friends is the best cure.
And four legged best friends are a mighty cure.
I'm still pretty slow. Pretty pained. Pretty chubby.
I feel low.
I feel tired.
Somedays I feel optimistic.
Most days I don't.
But I push through because I believe that no matter what, the love of two special beings, my boy and my dog, will get me through.
Sappy? maybe.
True? absolutely.
Positive energy is a great elixir for life.
For instance, I was playing fetch with Harley today. Just a little wee game of back and forth.
She was running, catching, panting. (click here to check it out!)
She was smiling the way dogs smile even though people say they don't smile (Harley totally smiles!)
And I was happy.
I fed off her energy.
I felt elated.
I felt the fresh air all around me.
I smiled.
I laughed.
And for a few fleeting moments all was right with the world again and I wasn't a pitiful sap with a sore back.
I was just Kim and Harley, playing with abandon.
And it was soul-warming.
