Some Things I’ve Learned About Life From My Dog

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Here are just a few things that I have learned about life from my dog:

  • Never pass up an opportunity to get outside and play.
  • When someone you love gets home, always be really excited to see them. Run to greet them at the door, and jump up and down.
  • There is no such thing as too much cuddling.
  • Sleep is important. Get lots of it, whenever and wherever you can. Especially in the sunshine, if at all possible.
  • Never stop being curious.
  • When you wake up in the morning, be super excited to see your loved ones. Give them hugs and kisses, because, a whole night is a long time to not get to hang out with each other.
  • Get excited to meet new people.
  • Food is a great source of joy in life – so eat up and savor every bite.
  • New toys are exciting, but nothing beats quality time with loved ones, playing outside, and really, those old toys work just fine.
  • Driving is more fun with the windows rolled down.
  • Never stop learning new things.
  • Give people you love kisses all the time.
  • Just curl up next to someone who is going through a rough time. Simply being there next to them is sometimes the best comfort you can offer.
  • Lay in the sun whenever you get the chance.
  • Be loyal to the ones you love.
  • Exercise is fun.
  • Nothing beats a day of adventure and exploration, especially if it involves getting really dirty.

 

 

A New Christmas Tradition: A Handsaw, The Mountains, And A Box Of Raisins

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Finding the perfect Christmas tree in the wild is surprisingly difficult. I assumed my husband and I would hike into the mountains, find a picture perfect tree, cut it down, and be on our way. We decided that, being avid outdoors people like we are, we would start a new tradition of cutting down our own Christmas tree each year in the wild. We headed to the mountains, parked our truck, and took off up into the wild, our little dog leading the way.

The air was crisp, the sun was bright, the mountains were idyllic. We enjoyed the scenery as we trekked farther into the wilderness. We didn’t worry too much about avidly looking for a tree. We figured we would focus on that on the way back down. We snapped pictures, had a brief *almost* run in with a wild animal, and sat in silence listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the mountains [my favorite sound in the whole world].IMG_1705

We’ll grab one on our way back to the truck,” we said. Well, let me tell you…it was not that simple!

We ended up making it all the way back down to the truck without seeing anything even close to being Christmas tree material. By this time we were starving and tired from our long hike. I grabbed a box of raisins from the truck and we set out again, back up into the woods. As we munched on raisins, our search became desperate. We scoured the mountainsides. When we did find a tree that looked as though it may good from a distance, as we got up closer to it, we would see that it was dying or had a weird growth coming out of it, or was too tall.

Finally, as the sun began to sink low on the horizon and as our box of raisins got emptier and emptier, we spotted it… the perfect Christmas tree. A bit Charlie-Brownish, a bit tall…but perfect nonetheless. We were elated. We sawed it down by the light of the setting sun and high-tailed it to the truck.

We topped our adventure off with a nice dinner in town, glowing at the already fond memory of our first tree-cutting experience. This is definitely our new Cohen Family tradition.

…And we’ll always make sure to have a box of raisins on hand for all of our future Christmas tree hunts!

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With My Little Dog By My Side

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The most loyal of adventure buddies.

It’s a fact of life: dogs get into your heart in a way that most other things can’t. They can be the very best of companions and the epitome of loyalty.  My little dog, Gunner, has followed my husband and I on hikes that left his poor paws worn raw (much to our shame and dismay – and much to Gunner’s chagrin as we are now considering getting him some hiking booties). He truly would go anywhere with us. That is the definition of man’s best friend.

To be up in the mountain wilderness and to watch your dog run free like the wild being that he is at heart is a spellbinding experience. Your sweet, household pet is transformed before you into a wild creature in his natural element. It’s beautiful. It’s frightening. The bliss in his face is apparent and melt-worthy.

When the adventure of the day is through, and you collapse onto your bed with your little pal, each of you wiped from a day of exploration, and getting back in touch with your primal roots, there is nothing like the undying love and devotion seen in your dog’s eyes.  What is an adventurous life without a dog to share it with?

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Bliss at the end of an adventurous day!

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Wild hearts can’t be broken.

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What’s an adventure without a dog by your side?