
As I have mentioned in earlier posts, I don’t have a “one word” this year (again, actually). But I do have a “theme” (or two) going on. My themes . . . are basically all around my efforts to find a way back to myself. Because last year, well. Last year I kind of . . . lost myself.
So I’ve been working hard to regain my focus and attention span, to up my “noticing” (rather than just going through the motions of life), to be intentional about making choices, and to create more space (in my head, in my closets, in my life). That kind of . . . thing.
I’m happy to report that I am making great strides in the focus/attention span department. Great. Strides. Using The Brick to help me manage my phone use has changed my life. (And I’m not kidding.) It doesn’t change the world. But it does change how I choose to interact with the world.
You know what else has helped?
“Sniffy walks” with JoJo!
As I mentioned the other day, JoJo wasn’t really up to even short walks in the neighborhood for several months earlier this winter. But for the past few weeks, I’ve been getting her out nearly every day. She was very . . . out of shape . . . at the beginning. Still hurting. Very slow. It was actually a lot of bundling up (on my part) for just a 5-minute walk past a couple of houses down the street and back.
And yet . . . we persevered!
Because JoJo loved getting out there again.
And now, we’re up to about a 3/4 mile loop together through the neighborhood. At a very (very) leisurely pace. A JoJo kind of pace. No limping . . . and a lot of sniffing! In fact, I let her lead the way (which she loves), and I let her sniff whatever she wants for as long as she wants. Our route has a lot of very interesting things for her to sniff. Hydrants. Street signs. Mail boxes. Melting piles of icy snow. Favorite trees and shrubs. It takes us a long, long time to make that 3/4 mile loop. (This is no calorie-burner for me. Just sayin.)
But there have been some great lessons in there for me along the way. Slow down. Notice the small changes every day. Listen to the sounds of my corner of the world. In just the past few weeks, I’ve seen big piles of snow shrink to nothing. I see hawks and geese on the regular — and I think I glimpsed a crane on Sunday. I’m hearing more and more bird song every day. I’m heartened by buds swelling on some of the trees. Soon, I’ll see daffodils pushing up . . . I just know it.
JoJo’s “sniffies” (as Tom and I call these walks) are encouraging me to slow down. To be quiet and to notice. No phone. No Air Pods. Just me. And JoJo. And getting outside every day. Picking up the pieces.

OH, yes! Boomer and I take sniffie walks every day. With great enthusiasm, he goes fast at first, then he slows down to sniff everything, and I mean everything. Even though he has displaced “knees” that are often painful, he always wants to go. He is really the only thing in my life that has kept me grounded since my husband died. I have made our walks “gratitude” walks. I think of 3 things I am truly grateful for during every walk, and I try to imprint them in my heart. I think it has helped me quite a bit to reflect on them while Boomer and I both enjoy whatever nature has to offer that day. On a really good day, I often hear Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World” in my head, and I sing along with him. And I always hear my husband saying to me, as he always did, “be of good cheer, count your blessings, and remember I love you”. He died two years ago today.
I think the best thing on earth is slowing my pace to allow Frankie to do exactly that. Smell and notice all the things he wants to! It is good for his mental health and it sure is good for mine too! (No it is not a calorie burner, but it does amazing things for my brain and my mental health!) I say may these JoJo walks continue on… and may you both savor this time together! XO
I love this… for both of you! “Sniffies” FTW.
Who knew JoJo was a philosopher with lessons to teach? (You and Tom probably did.) Even without a dog, I think I can still take heed of these important lessons. The birds have been hitting our feeders quite a bit ever since we had a couple weeks of frigid temps, and that continues. I have to fill the feeders every day and after I’ve done that I sit on the steps and observe – the birds, the squirrels, the people, and listen to all of them. I’ve been enjoying all of my finches at the window feeder and I even think they might be learning to share space at the feeder. Noticing is a good thing and while I can’t find any snowdrops, I have noticed the tips of hyacinths just breaking the ground.
At two months shy of 16, Abby still loves to sniff around, but she can’t go very far. I let her take the lead and some days it’s down the street past three houses and back and on other days it’s just around the yard. I love watching her explore the world by scent and I love being out in nature with her listening and watching. Even though we don’t go very far, it is still a precious time for her and for me.
I’m so happy that JoJo is feeling well enough to get back to walks! I’ll admit that sometimes I hurry Ruthie along, but reading “An Immense World” made me realize just how important it is for dogs to smell as much as they want to — it’s how they make sense of the world. And I can take that time to notice if the plants are starting to show signs of spring or enjoy the sunshine or just savor being away from the computer for a bit.
I love that you are slowing down with JoJo’s help. I also love that you are giving her the gift of slow walks with time to sniff all.the.things. Should we ever get the chance to take a walk together again, I will match JoJo’s pace!
I’m glad JoJo is loving her ‘snifari’!
This is beautiful. Slow walks for the win and no distractions other than what nature provides. Wonderful!
“Snifari”. Hope that word isn’t patented. We have a mid-life pooch in our family constellation so I plan on using it! The big hearts of dogs! What we can learn and find comfort from them. You go, JoJo!
When Moxie was very old I would walk him around our circle just for him to have a sniffle walk. He was SO SLOW, but I knew it was still my cherished dog inside that old boy. Even my neighbors commented on how slowly he walked and how long (45 unto an hour to get around), but I loved loving him so we just went at a snails pace and enjoyed the fresh air. It felt good to give him this last little bit of dignity in his last months.