Lessons from a Dog Park

Max loves the dog park. He senses our arrival before we enter the gates. His tail begins to wag practically elevating him from his seat in anticipation. He enters the first gate searching for the familiar others that he longs to tackle and chase. And with one quick motion, he charges into the four-legged frenzy of furry companions. He greets each with a quick sniff and then bows down preparing for his quick get-away in play. He is so happy. He takes turns running and then chasing his friends. Every once in a while he stops, looks for me, and making eye contact he appears to say, "Thanks, mom. You're the best." Then he resumes his play.

I watch the dogs play. There are so many varieties of breed each with her own unique personality. Yet, they figure it out. They figure out how to get along.
Now, I know there exist 'pack rules' in the animal world that include sanctions and corrections known innately by the members. When one infringes on the rules, she is corrected (as is her owner is she isn't a quick study). However, for the most part, the animals figure it out and enjoy the moment.

Mindfulness is a dog concept. Max lives in the moment. He enjoys rolling in the leaves and chewing a fallen stick as much as he does splashing in the mud puddle or going for a long walk with his 'pack'. He finds contentment in the most mundane and ordinary.
He greets with enthusiasm as if this is the first time he has met you. And he always makes you feel as if you are the most important person in his world.

Tolerance, living in the moment, gratitude and love...alot of lessons to be found in a dusty, old dog park.