You have to stop and smell the roses, or pee in my dogs' case.
All too many times, I find myself cursing for my dogs to hurry up with their business so I can get back to my hectic life. When I signed on for the big task of dog-mom, I had imagined the role conducive to being a multi-task-dog-mom: emailing with one hand, iced coffee in another, two leashes casually attached to me and my two adorable angels, all naturally trotting at the same gait. I had foreseen no squirrel chases and mid-walk sitting spells that prolong our time on the sidewalk together. I also had not foreseen the need to stop every few steps to sniff shrubs, bushes, and tree stumps for any information (read: pee) left by the other neighborhood dogs. But I wasn't thinking like a dog.
I had no concept that this was a top-five things to do of dog entertainment outside of our rubber balls, cat chasing, and belly rubs. This was it, this was their getting out of the apartment; their view of the outside world. Some people watch The Kardashians, my dogs have pee to smell. And why should I rush the olefactory reality show?
I watch as the minutes pass on my iPhone. Held by a hand that's connected to an upright body that's connected to two excited, eager, and unstabalizing-of-an-iPhone dogs. I am forced to do anything but what I thought was productive. I am forced to enjoy my time with them, which is exactly what I wanted when I signed up to be their dog-mom.
Photography by Cooper Brown Studios