I woke up to the reality that children and dogs are very similar in their formative years. Have you ever noticed the cheekiness in both and the playfulness in the mud for either?
Of course you have. Your eyes are always on them.
I looked around my bedroom and walked towards Sam’s side of the room. She has never wanted me to be near her when she sleeps. I suppose we can’t all be mothers huh? Or maybe it’s the beard that prickles her when I move around. Who knows?
The theory had to be tested. I wanted to know how cognition and playfulness can meld into one in the same goal. So I took her to the nearest dog I know; my neighbor’s pet Timsy.
He’s a tiny breed of German Shepard, cute and cuddly with the belly fat still swinging by at all times when he’s playing in the grass. Sam loves this dog immensely.
I decided to ask Mrs. Simon’s son to train Timsy to run after a ball when thrown. He obliged.
So on one fateful weekend, the experiment happened. I wanted to see how far little Sam could throw, and if she could try to latch onto Timsy and run after something with him. I needed to know if she could understand the concept of catch and release, or in short, the joy of delayed gratification.
I know I sound like a tad too curious and over-loving with Sam, but it’s the little things that show you how far your child can think and respond to the changes in the environment.
And would you know it? She not only ran after Timsy, but petted him afterwards.
I’m no scientist, but how would she know how to give gratitude without being told? A simple and uneventful exercise perhaps? Maybe…maybe not.
At least I know somewhere in the vast infinity of her mind, the neurons are fired up for the next great adventure. For now though, a nap should suffice.