One Dogged Way to Get Unstuck

The sun made a brief reappearance in Napa Valley yesterday.  It lit up the chrome-yellow of the wild mustard blooming between the vines. Light and warmth suffused the twisting, mossy limbs of the oak trees, drawing birds and lizards and kids and tourists into the balmy air. But I wasn’t feeling it. Outside was glorious spring. But in my interior lodged a dour, dithering winter mood that refused to budge.

I’d received two pieces of news: one about a writing project, one about a dear family member. One hopeful, one frightening. Neither able to be shared, not yet, and both warring for my attention. I found myself caught between the polarities. Stuck. And I mean good and stuck, as in standing in the hallway, still in my sweaty pajamas, unable to decide whether to get dressed or eat a banana. As the clock ticked toward noon.

When I get like that, I confuse myself further by thinking that I need to achieve something big in order to right the balance. Redeem yourself, says I. Undertake the project! Complete the draft! Resolve the issue! Because it makes so much sense to expect big things from myself when I’m at my lowest ebb. Meanwhile, I’m still in the hallway wondering about the banana.

Luckily, I have a passing familiarity with myself. Also I live with a dog. When I don’t know what to do, Molly does. And she knew I needed a walk. Self-involved as I was, I didn’t see how that would fix anything.

“I shouldn’t be wasting time; I should get something done,” I said to the dog.


“Forget the banana,” said Molly, “Let’s roll.” At her urging I got dressed, grabbed her leash, and off we went, up White Sulphur Springs Road. At first I stumped grimly along. But within minutes, the fresh air and the dappled sunlight and the comforting chatter of the creek began to work their magic.We spotted a pair of gray burros, fuzzy in the remnants of their winter coats, grazing in a meadow in contented company with a mule deer. Further on, three sleek horses were turned out where they could munch happily on the lush grass amid the creekside oaks and bay trees. Rivulets and freshets coursed down the hillsides, temporary waterways that will disappear as summer comes on, but which for now played their quiet music as though for eternity. 

My steps felt lighter. My head did too. By the time we stopped to admire a splendid gray squirrel, easily the size of a cat, lofting itself up a tree in which also perched a resting turkey vulture β€” a shaft of sunlight gleaming on its scarlet head β€” I felt as renewed as if I had molted.

“What did I tell you?” said Molly, “And you’re welcome.” When she’s not acting as my live-in therapist, Molly devotes herself to con artistry and napping. She was clearly ready for the latter.

“You were right,” I admitted. And then I took her home, gave her a dog cookie, and sat myself down to write. My internal season burst into springtime, and the words flowed. All it took was a walk. Next time I’ll remember to listen to my dog.

What about you? What do you do to get yourself unstuck?


  1. We are so lucky to live in the company of two such thoughtful and wise canine companions. Benji seems to intuit when I need a walk too, although we were walking through 6 inches of new snow today. Ugh! Hubby and I leave for Costa Rica tomorrow. I am hoping to come home to spring.

    • I will overcome my full-tilt jealously long enough to wish you a wonderful trip, and indeed a return home to springtime. You lucky dog πŸ™‚

    • Indeed. Although Molly’s advice would be more along the lines of, “Eat ALL the food, now.”

  2. Yet another wonderful post … I need to get a ‘Molly’ … thanks so much for sharing! Miss you!

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