My kids and I slept in this morning. It felt so yummy, so luxurious, so needed. When my eyes did open to greet the day, I felt so completely rested and sated.
Getting up, stretching, clear eyes, a big smile, please let me remember how dam good this feels!
I went to put the kettle on for coffee, grab the paper, and then my heart stopped. Bright light caught my attention, so I turned to look down the stairs, and saw that the front door was wide open. I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing while my brain was trying to process this information.
My husband leaves for work in the wee hours of the morning. The house he is building is pretty far out, so this means the door had been open for over three hours.
I ran through the house checking on kids and dogs. Both of my teenagers were still sweetly snoring away, $eeker next to my daughters bed, Ocean on the guest bed, and Story laying in the entryway just checking out our neighbors shoveling the snow. He didn’t seem too amused by my panic, and I’m pretty sure would have preferred if I went back to bed. He was having a good morning!
We received about six inches of snow last night so it was easy to see who went where, out of the front door. There were my husbands foot prints from the house to his car several times, and only Ocean’s tiny paw prints to and from the edge of our front deck. Maybe six feet from the front door. From the deep slumber I found Ocean in this morning, she had been sleeping for quite some time.
Story’s favorite spot in the house is by the front door. The floor is cool and hard, which he prefers, so he must have been in pig heaven with the cold winter air coming in on him.
$eeker has a morning routine, and until it is complete, it is hard to get him to do anything else. Literally. Walking out the front door before the budgis have had their bath, the fish fed, the compost taken out, would just tweak his whole day. So super grateful for his very weird habits.
All of my dogs got big huge chunks of their favorite salami this morning. They had some very cool choices presented to them this morning, playing with our neighbors while they shoveled, going for a walk about, visiting with neighbors dogs, and who knows what else. But they all chose their home. And I don’t take that for granted, at all.
From the time our dogs arrive in our home we start working on what we call, Gate Zen (see video below). We do this with our garden gates, our front door, garage door, back gates, car doors, etc, with the hope of conditioning our home and our property as the best place to be.
I never put words to this behavior, for the very reason of what happened this morning. If I am not there, and they have choices, I want them to CHOOSE HOME.
I am so grateful right now, so crazy grateful. I understand that even with my rules for my husband and children, ‘if you go through it, you shut it, and lock it’, mistakes can happen. And I work hard to prepare my dogs for our short comings, our mistakes, our bobbles.
When my husband first met me, he thought the life skill training I did with my dogs was excessive. Today was the massive pay off, and a reminder, that it is not.
So now that my heart rate is back to normal, I have hot black coffee in hand, I shall call my husband 😉
Always make your home the best and most loving place to be, help your dogs choose you.
Love & Peace ~ Nancy