Fired Up, Ready to Go

Fired Up, Ready to Go!  It's the slogan of one of the presidential candidates, and boy, did we hear it a lot yesterday in Washington.

But here, with "the girls," it has a whole different meaning.  It is heading out the back door in the morning, sniffing the air for tennis balls, treats in my pocket, and a patch of grass (or hopefully snow).  It is leaping out of the van, checking out where ever we parked.  Hey, Murphy, have we been here before, is this some place we get to play, off leash?  Are there other dogs?  A river, creek, or lake?  

So far, Murphy continues to be Fired Up, Ready to Go.  

She is slow getting up in the morning, but after she does her bunny hop 

down the stairs, she is all systems go. Barking at the door, let's go, let's go.

Our vet once told me that Murph would let me know when she didn't want to run with 

me in the morning. One day, she simply did not get out of bed.  

And so, I wonder what it will mean when she is no longer Fired Up, Ready to Go.  

But then, I guess that is the luxury of retirement. 

You don't have to be "always up."

It really is about more than slogans. It is about observing the nuances, 

the subtleties of our lives. So, it may be that Murphy is not Fired Up, but 

she still may be Ready to Go. And that is important, too.

Murphy's day