Shortly before 11 a.m., the Court finished its business for the day. Blue was just beginning his.
I opened the front door, and Blue bolted for the open gate and sprinted a hundred yards toward his goal — the pond. Without missing a beat or breaking stride, he leapt into the pond and started swimming. After a few seconds, he jumped out, ran around to another spot and repeated the process.
This is not the first time Blue has grown impatient. It is not his first foray to the pond. It is, however, the first time I have seen him swim with the intense pleasure of a child at a pool on a hot summer day.
After 30 minutes or so, I coaxed Blue from the pond and back toward the house. He reluctantly followed, but only after sprinting around the expansive field between the gated front lawn and the pond. He seemed to have boundless energy fueled by pure joy.
Once back inside, Blue made clear he still wanted to play. A different dog might want to curl up and nap. An older pup would be ready to let me go back to work. But that isn't Blue.
I named Blue in honor of Bode, my longtime companion who died of canine leukemia last year. I chose Blue because he is a pro-democracy dog. On days like today, he reminds me of Bode, but Bode did not like to swim. Seeing Blue jump into the pond reminds me that he is very much his own dog.
The Court did not release either of the two opinions I was waiting for on Tuesday. The next chance is Thursday. Blue and I will be waiting. I will be hunched over my computer. Blue will be impatient.
When the Court started releasing decisions this morning, I yelled at Blue that he could really help me by just letting me do my work. But now I realize that another, perhaps more important, way he helps is reminding me to find joy even in times like this. Sometimes you just need to sprint to the nearest pond and jump in.