Now y’all haven’t heard me talk about our little Bella much. She is the “wild girl” in our little pack here. I often let y’all in on Friz’s life and how much he tends to be like me in nature and all the warm fuzzy stuff that he does. Well….truth be told, Bella is more like that part of me that not everyone gets to see. She lives life for Bella and Bella alone. If she wants it, she takes it. If she wants out, she goes. If you are in the place she wants to be….you move. If Bella is a reincarnation of anyone from history, it would have been one of the Egyptian queens or one of those strong women that made history by being just a little naughty.
I love Bella to death…but she can be challenging at times. She has to be watched like a hawk. She is the dog that will eat something just because she wanted to know what it tastes like…whether it was edible or not. Bella takes life by storm and lives every moment like a bat out of hell.
All of this being said….we have to section the house off with baby gates. It keeps Bella safe from Bella. She is on a restricted diet, but one of her guilty pleasures is waiting for my partner to absent-mindedly leave the gate that has access to the cat food open. So many times I have caught Bella slowly sneaking toward the opening and closer to the cat food…her mouth open in the anticipation of getting a tasty little forbidden morsel. When she hears “Bella, NO!!” escape your lips, she looks up at you defiantly and in a huff she tromps away. Bella is determined that it is not she who has been domesticated in this household….and that we are but her minions. How dare we put restrictions on her life and tell her what she can and cannot do.
So, with all that being said, I decided to take Bella on an excursion this morning. We went to the pond. I put on her little pink fleece jacket….it was bitter cold out and the little lady does like her comfort. Before I could even get her harness on, she bolted out the door at full force and then on out the gate. Thankfully it was early, so there was no danger of cars pulling in and out. As I went outside of the gate calling her name, I looked down to the side and there she sat, wagging her stubby little butt, staring up at me as if to ask, “What took you so long.” Hmmmmm, this one is too smart for her own good.
I suited her up in her harness and we walked toward the pond. Her ears were swaying back and forth as she did her little bounce walk. You could see it in the way she walked…she was going on an adventure….with or without me. When we got to the pond, I sat down under my friend Oak and started to relax into my routine. Well, with Bella, there is no routine. She goes at full tilt. She wanted to be up and moving. I decided to try a little experiment (I would not suggest doing this if you don’t know your dog beyond knowing. I know, for a fact, that Bella will never go too far from me. She may run, she may dart…but she will stop at a certain point. This has been proven at the dog park. She won’t let me get beyond a certain earshot or line of vision.) I took the leash off of Bella’s harness. She danced, she leapt, she ran in circles….and she explored. She sniffed everything. Every few minutes, she would check back in with me or bring me some odd thing that she had unearthed or pulled out of a patch of weeds. I had to laugh as I watched this wild child at play. Hurricane Bella was a force to be reckoned with.
It made me think….how many times do I sit around and wait for somebody to leave the gate open, or for that matter, take off the harness of day-to-day issues before I run around free of cares and all that burdens me. I didn’t realize it until this morning, but food was a harness that was holding me back. It wasn’t until I began my healthier lifestyle choices and watched the fat come off that I started feeling more energetic…that I was able to dance under the moon and not get winded. I watched that little weiner dog do everything she could on impulse this morning. I had to admit to myself that my life is too planned. I can give you a schedule for everything I do….including rituals and playtime.
I can see the gate opened….right there at the edge of my pasture. I feel that it is time for me to make a run for it. I know that right outside of it lies spontaneity and freedom. It has seemed lately that my brain has felt way too cloudy. Work hasn’t been hard or stressful for me…it has just been way too busy. Homelife hasn’t been tense or out of control…it has just been too busy. I have got to spend more time outside of that gate…unharnessed and ready to laugh and play and just be joyful. I have all the elements around me that allow for that. I have a wonderful partner….really great friends….incredible animals who encourage me every day to tap into that part of me that is just as wild as they can be.
We tend to forget that life today can keep us scheduled to death. Always doing something that is required of us. Sometimes we just have to do something because we want to….just because it was birthed into us at the beginning of the age.
That gate is open. You better run…..NOW!!