We've probably all seen the viral video of the middle-aged overweight guy who adopted a middle-aged overweight dog, and watched as they became fit together. This story of mutual rescue is inspiring. Watch it here: Mutual rescue . In general, though, research suggests that people who neglect their own health neglect their pets in the same way and vice-versa. When you care about yourself, you care about your pets.
As usual, the truisms on this topic make me nuts. They just don't seem to match my experience. Naturally, I have to go about this in a bass-ackwards way. I care mightily about my dog. I cook his food. I arrange for training and exercise. I don't think I do enough for him, (doing more to control his environment springs to mind) but I have the groundwork in place. I am trustworthy on this point of caring for him. Caring for myself, that's a different matter. Finn eats better than I do. He plays more.
Finn, of course, does many things for me. He's companionship. He's fun. He's smart and intuitive. He's not a great conversationalist, but he's a brilliant listener. Because of him, I've met new friends. And he is one way that I am eliminating excuses for myself.
Who wouldn't take that sweet face for a walk? Really.
I am a master at coming up with true and reasonable excuses as to why I can't do the thing I ought to do. I'm sick of doing it, but I don't stop. So, Finn is one of the ways that I get out of my own way on this point. I ought to walk. I ought to run. But it's raining. Or it's super-cold. Or it's a more important use of my time to do some writing, or house-cleaning, or something. But I won't fail to take Finn out, and no short little walk is going to wear this man out.
So, there it is. I'll get fit, in part, because I love Finn rather than because I love myself. (I don't hate myself. Don't go there. It's just that my motivation for this project is coming from the one place rather than the other.)
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