Our moment in the sun
Grand County, Colorado
My little dog, a constant source of joy, is a creature of habit. This is never more so than when it comes to sunshine. She follows the ample sunlight that pours through our south-facing windows like a leaf craving photosynthesis.
After leaving our bed, her day begins under a blanket in the dark on a bed in the spare room, long before the light directly enters the house. Her infallible inner clock alerts her when it is time, and I hear her toenails clicking on the kitchen floor as she makes her way to Station of the Sun 1, a corner against one of the kitchen cabinets where the sunlight first beams into the house as the sun clears the garage roof.
It is here another ritual begins, one that follows this odd little critter around through the living room as the sunshine tracks across the carpet from west to east.
The dog greatly prefers to lie in the sun on her pillow that has been with her practically from birth. If I am inattentive enough to allow her to languish without the pillow, she will come sit at my feet and emit a quiet, plaintive whine until I comply and fetch the pillow. (It’s true what has been said about dogs owning their owners.)
Then the ritual begins. She won’t move out of the sun so I can place the pillow for optimum sun-soaking. I tell her to get out of the way, nudge her, even bribe her with treats, but she won’t budge from that sweet spot.
Sometimes I throw the large rectangular pillow on top of her, forcing her to move. But she deftly darts on top of it before I can place it, and so we wrestle, all the while her staring up at me indignantly, until I can slide it into position.
Usually, though, I end up wedging the pillow against her side and gently kicking her out of the way far enough so I can position the pillow, which she is on top of at the speed of light, spinning madly in circles before plopping down.
How so like this funny, sunlight-craving creature many of us can be.
Our eyes are so often blinded by the light of eager anticipation for our own piece of sunlight ” whether it’s the latest touch screen phone, a new car, a new job or a new mate ” that we don’t think things through. We often ignore help offered to us ” the pillow ” or, worse, we thoughtlessly abandon the perfectly adequate, warm blanket we have to rush into the sunlight.
If she could talk, my little dog would tell you how fleeting that can be.
” Drew Munro is news editor of the Sky-Hi Daily News. He can be reached at 887-3334 ext. 19610 or email@example.com
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