A song came on the radio today that was light and fun and uplifting. I felt compelled to dance....right there alone in my kitchen. As I cranked up the volume and spun around, I saw Sophie and my cat, Elora, watching me intently with curious looks on their face.
I do not know if animals understand what it means to dance. But I have spied on Sophie, alone in the backyard, and caught her running, lightning fast, in wide figure eight loops, eyes gleaming, tail catching in the wind. And I have seen Elora bound, quickly and effortlessly, with silent grace over furniture and around corners chasing some invisible prey.
So, while they may not understand what it means to dance, I do believe they understand what it means to have joy in your heart....sometimes so much that you need to let it spill out in random, happy movement.
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'I do believe they understand what it means to have joy in your heart....'
oh that's for sure, the little peanut my ever so joyful black lab has for a brain helps him feel only COMPLETE and utter joy in EVERY single moment. i wish he would feel the joy of just lying down sometimes!!!
ohhh! Sophie looks adorable. I have my own baby, Ginger is her name. She talks a lot. Sometimes I think she seriously understands what i tell her.They are the best friends we can ever have.
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