One lesson I’ve learned over these many years is, “Life is constantly changing and I don’t have as much control over it as I think.” I don’t know about you, but I like being in control.
Spring 2002 brought lots of change to my family. We moved from our somewhat rural Las Vegas home to the suburbs of Henderson, Nevada, which at the time was literally the fastest growing city in America. Our new community was pristine with a manicured golf course, tall pine trees, lakes, waterfalls and a beautiful walking path. It sat high on a hill with picture perfect views of the Las Vegas valley and the famous Las Vegas strip. It was and still is a pretty spectacular place to live.
In addition to a change of address, life changed in other ways too. We stopped going to the dog park. Both my mother and father became housebound because of major health problems and they needed more of my time. We also wanted to protect Bear, whose eyesight was getting worse, from any rough young dogs at the park, so we stayed away.
These changes didn’t keep us down for long because our family soon found a new hobby to entertain everyone. We called it “house hunting.” Our new town of Henderson was truly building houses faster than any other community in the entire country and there were blocks and blocks of new homes to explore. Each evening after dinner and on the weekends our routine was to gather our canine kids and sometimes our human son too and walk to a new neighborhood for an adventure.