Preppy is the New Hipster

So I got back to the States yesterday. It is beautiful here, all autumn-ish and chilly. I took Beau for a walk on a national trust cite not too far away. It was perfectly natural and serene. I was getting lost in my thoughts self-ishly wondering what I am going to do with my future, and watching Beau stick his nose into everything. For a moment, I became completely in awe of his ability to follow where is not let him go, not caring if it was on the trail or off or how many branches he has to dodge. I became totally envious of him because he was simply following his instincts, which is something that humans are not so skilled at because of this silly little thing called social conventions. I suppose if i was following my instincts I wouldnt not be able to move at all considering how many of them i have. There is the catch22 about the beauty and effortless of following ones instincts. Dogs excell in this area because they are smart/dumb enough to only have one.

This whole hypothesis went out the window when I had to stop Beau from chewing on what I initally thought was a rock, but turned out to be a joint bone of a long-gone deer.