Over the weekend I got to see my best bud in the whole world, Nat, along with his tiny travel companion, Pete. Pete is an adorable, pocket size puppy who has no teeth and sub sequentially always has his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I (affectionately) call him Perma-derp Pete.
(I will pause for all the D'AWWWWWs that you are inevitably and involuntarily emitting right now.)
So Pete made his first cross country trip EVER from Los Angeles to New York this weekend. And he's been pretty stoked about it - sniffing and licking all the things that this glorious city has to offer. Nat couldn't get over what his little doggy brain must have been thinking when they left LA.
When Nat grabbed his keys and ushered the little pup out the door, Pete probably just thought they were going for a walk. Don't get me wrong, he was super excited about the walk, but he had no idea that he would be hopping on a plane for 6 hours and going on a week long vacation. According to Pete, this has been the longest and best walk in the history of walks.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had just given up on the concept of this being a walk. Did he just adapt and decide that "Oh, this must be my new home. Awesome. I am totally OK with that." I mean, dogs don't really have a sense of time, do they? What in reality is one hour can seem like 18 years to them.... at least, that's what I've learned from my Kodi's reaction every morning when he sees me and jumps on me as if he hasn't seen me in a decade or seven.
But Pete doesn't mind, he's just tagging along for the adventure and having a great time. He's not worried about if/when he's going to go home - he's just going to get comfy right here, right now, and enjoy the ride.
It's a wonderful attitude to have - no worries about where we're coming from or where we're going, just enjoying the moment for what it is.
If only we could all be a little more like Pete...
On a life-long adventure, xx Nikbear