I was worried.
Honey was sleeping awfully late. I’d have expected her to beg for her breakfast or a walk. But she kept napping.
And then I realized. She wasn’t sick. Honey was just like me.
My Dog is an Extrovert
The classic definition of an extrovert is someone affected more by external realities than inner feelings. I guess that works. But it’s pretty abstract.
The definition I prefer is that extroverts get their energy from being around others. Introverts recover their energy by being alone.
Honey definitely gets her energy from others.
She might look like the saddest dog in the world. But if someone comes to the door, she’s suddenly dancing with joy.
I can practically drag her out the door for a walk. But if we pass a friendly dog and his person, she’s all fuzzy love and a tail.
In the winter, many people stay indoors and fewer walk their dogs. Sometimes we can go days without seeing someone else on a walk, despite living in town.
No wonder Honey looks low.
I am an Extrovert
The longer I work alone, the harder it is for me to leave the house.
Once I force myself to go out to see other people, it’s like turning on a switch. I’m all smiles and energy.
I don’t have any control over it. Something flips in my mind and I’m suddenly everyone’s best friend.
It doesn’t mean I’m never shy. Or that I’m always socially smart. But my energy increases just by being around others.
It’s why, even though I hate shopping, I’ll go to the mall when my husband goes to church. It’s easier to write in a noisy shopping mall than it is in the quiet of home.
Keeping Extroverts Happy
The weather will only get colder. More of my neighbors will send their dogs into the yard to relieve themselves than will take them on walks.
We need to make a change.
I’m going to time our morning walks with the kids walking to school. Our evening walks will happen when everyone is walking home from work.
It should help.
Because as different as we look on the outside, Honey and I are very much the same. Like twin pups from different mothers.