Meet Whitey: My Adorable & Very Active Outdoor Buddy

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It's really boring to go on an outdoor walk or adventure without a buddy, whether it's a family member, a friend, or your cute dog who loves going out as much as you do.

Yes, I am not an exception to having a dog who feels excited whenever I dress up and walk outside the house. He always comes along, even when I am just going to buy bread from the local grocery store nearby. He just loves accompanying me, and I always appreciate it.

So recently, I decided to take him on an adventure. I grabbed my cap and dressed up comfortably, ready for a long and tiring walk with my best buddy. Curious where we went? It's in the open field, a few minutes away from our house, and near a river.

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As soon as he saw the open field, I think he thought it was his playground. He started running happily and enjoyed the green grass. He played with them by running, walking, and jumping towards them in a graceful and fun way. And to me, it was an amazing moment.

I brought my foldable camping chair with me, and decided to sit down for a while in front of the river so I could enjoy the view while I checked on him playing. After a few minutes, I saw him walking towards me with his tongue out - feeling tired but happy.

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Then, he sat down with me. He was taking some rest, I think, to get ready for another playful run in the spacious green field. While he's still with me, I took the chance and captured photos of us together. I know he's happy with this moment, and I am looking forward to more memories with him like this.

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Hive Blog No. 184
Date Published: July 28, 2025

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A dog running through an open field - glorious!!
Thanks for sharing the joy!
Which reminds me of a Kipling poem:
Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be

----- Ohhhh no, it wasn't Kipling. So which poet was it!

Ah, yes. Neruda.

Your dog still looks young - may you have many years together!
May you never need to think of Neruda, Kipling, and other poets who write about our best friend Dog.

A Dog Has Died – Pablo Neruda

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.

Four Feet – Rudyard Kipling

I have done mostly what most men do,
And pushed it out of my mind;
But I can’t forget, if I wanted to,
Four-Feet trotting behind.
Day after day, the whole day through—
Wherever my road inclined—
Four-Feet said, ‘I am coming with you!’
And trotted along behind.
Now I must go by some other round,—
Which I shall never find—
Somewhere that does not carry the sound
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.

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He looked really happy running around tge field. And he took a selfie with you on the last photo. Lol! 💕

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