I get some of my best ideas while walking the dog each morning. Hope, an old terrier we adopted from a rescue group in Houston Texas knows all the good places to walk. Leash firmly in hand, I go where she leads. The trails in the the watershed--gullies, creeks and forests separating our tiny housing developments from each other, moist green spaces. This is the Pacific Northwest. Nose to the ground, eating all the rabbit droppings she can snap up, Hope leads.
She leads Judy and I trough a nearly undetectable set of trails running around and through the yards of big houses in wealthy neighborhoods. Children can walk from home to the middle school without going near the main road. There are paths, fern gullies, slopes and ditches edged by back yard fences.
Judy is Hope's gift to me. I am in my 80th year, fourteen years retired. Judy is still working at the state agency I worked for. A few months ago as Hope led me toward the watershed, we passed a woman who looked familiar. She said "Julie?". I asked "How do I know you?"
"She said we worked together, I'm Judy. I am still working in Housing at Department Of Commerce." I told her we are headed to the watershed. She told us she was looking for the entrance to the trails. We walked together and we have been walking almost daily ever since.
As we walked and talked I learned Judy was still in the same job she had during my working years. Day after day, we got to know each other very well. Judy was burned out. She began a search for a different job her field. I supported and encouraged her.
Judy has accepted a promotion to manage a new program in her field. We have both lost 20 pounds. Hope has changed for the better, she is a happy dog, affectionate, healthy and secure in her Pacific Northwest home.
— Julian
She leads Judy and I trough a nearly undetectable set of trails running around and through the yards of big houses in wealthy neighborhoods. Children can walk from home to the middle school without going near the main road. There are paths, fern gullies, slopes and ditches edged by back yard fences.
Judy is Hope's gift to me. I am in my 80th year, fourteen years retired. Judy is still working at the state agency I worked for. A few months ago as Hope led me toward the watershed, we passed a woman who looked familiar. She said "Julie?". I asked "How do I know you?"
"She said we worked together, I'm Judy. I am still working in Housing at Department Of Commerce." I told her we are headed to the watershed. She told us she was looking for the entrance to the trails. We walked together and we have been walking almost daily ever since.
As we walked and talked I learned Judy was still in the same job she had during my working years. Day after day, we got to know each other very well. Judy was burned out. She began a search for a different job her field. I supported and encouraged her.
Judy has accepted a promotion to manage a new program in her field. We have both lost 20 pounds. Hope has changed for the better, she is a happy dog, affectionate, healthy and secure in her Pacific Northwest home.
— Julian
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