Tuesday, March 15, 2011
HYPOTHESIS PROVEN
I know, for a fact, that having a dog wakes us up and takes us out of ourselves.
He also takes us outside and into exercise. Walks. Lots of walks. Two a day that go up 40-50 minutes. Often an hour. Sundays more. Big dogs need more time to stretch it out. Best to have a big one anyway. More to pet and snuggle with.
John takes the morning walk which is usually longer as Booker is more energetic and excited in the morning. I take the afternoon or after dinner now that DST is in place.
Now this.
Forget the Treadmill, Get a Dog
What is fascinating to me is that people would rather walk with a dog than another person. That is certainly true for me. I never much liked hiking with another person. But a dog? Absolutely. A great companion.
I think that one reason for this is that the dog doesn't talk back. I like to talk to Booker continuously. Some people stare but fuck 'em.
Some of the talk is for him, like "come on", "that's enough sniffling" "no! don't eat that", "stay with me" and so on.
But most of it is just stream of consciousness aimed at the dog but basically he ignores it.
Well, he ignores "that's enough grass" too.
He does his routine while I do mine.
I believe that I am way over the government recommendation anyway as I do bike work at the gym, hard, sweaty work at the highest resistance setting, for half an hour.
But walking is different. It relaxes. There is scenery. Air. In our case, light. Last night the sun streaming into the pass from the west at sunset was just totally cosmic. There was enough "fog" , actually silica, in the air to catch the light and display its peach/pink colored beams.
Another thing. With the dog, the point is not really exercise. It is beyond that. We are walking but we are also doing something rather primitive and basic. Two animals communing in enjoyment of the elements.
I am glad that it fulfills my exercise requirements though.
Yes. And one more reason that it works. The dog will not relent. Booker is there at the appointed time and letting me know that it is time to go. There could not be a personal trainer who is more relentless. And most of them don't have the big brown eyes.