A year ago, it was something only I did around here. Crawling. From the ground up, it was a dog’s lot in love to essentially crawl through it. It’s nothing I have ever complained about, or frankly even thought anything of. That is, until what happened yesterday. I never thought I’d see the day. But alas, something out of my wildest dreams came to life within the walls of my forever home yesterday, and I would be remiss not to share it with the world.
Obviously, it’s nothing new that dear baby Carter is crawling. That is old news already, even though he will soon turn a young eight months old. What was new yesterday was the chain reaction of events. First Carter was crawling. Then grandma joined in. Then aunt Morgan stopped by and ended up hopping on the train. And when mom got home from that place called work, you’d better believe she joined in too.
There they were, three of the women I most love and respect in this world, crawling around like ninnies all over the floors of my forever home. It was quite a sight, let me tell you. And it varied in its complexity, sometimes with Carter taking the lead, other times the caboose. All-the-while, he was so very happy. Which means mom, Morgan and mom were happy. Who knew something so simple could bring such joy into a doggie’s day?
After all, for almost four years I was the only one doing any crawling around here. From the ground up, I have scoped this place out from top to bottom. But alas, something pretty special happened as several of my favorite family members crawled around. I realized the joy one can have in being either a leader or a follower. There is certainly a time in life to take either role.
I know everyone thinks the best role is leadership, but I would argue that sometimes a good leader knows when to follow. I know this as it’s not that much unlike my personal opinion on leashes on walks (which is unfavorable). Even though I would frequently much rather take the lead, it is not always for the best for me to do so. Sometimes it doesn’t matter whether you chose to lead or follow as long as you choose to live. As long as you chose joy.