09/07/2026
To Die As A Child...
Striking in appearance, and with an unequalled cunning, the wolf spends much of his waking hours working — hunting and protecting his family. There is little downtime for the wolf. He is the workaholic of the canine family. A wolf that lives to an older age, dies with a look of wisdom, but also with a swagger of fatigue, and a weary body.
The Labrador Retriever plays every day of his life. Recess begins on awakening, and lasts all day. Despite any gray on his face and fatigue of his body, he dies as a child. The wolf lives an autonomous life and must fend for himself. The Labrador Retriever is born into system of chill, with little more to do each day than to play and to rest.
We humans are born as Labrador Retrievers, but are gradually taught to become more like the wolf. By the time most of us are in our mid-20s, the Labrador Retriever inside is a faint memory, living deep within our daily wolf. Play gets cast aside in favor of hunting — the providing and earning we require to attain the acquisitions synonymous with cultural respect. Maybe I'm lazy, or maybe I recognized early on that, despite life's requirement for us to survive as wolves, it's important that we keep our inner Labrador Retriever alive. I have built my life largely around this ideal.
I get to do recess for a living — recess for other people. When people are with me, they’re generally like Labrador Retrievers set free on an agility course. They leave tired, but always smiling. Ask any of them and they'll tell you that time spent exercising is a necessary break from their wolf-like life. If only for an hour, they are children, playing with weights, balls, stretching, and in some cases, jumping. For many, time exercising is the best part of their day.
As for my own life, it is designed to be roughly 3 parts wolf, to 2 parts Labrador Retriever. Though much of my day is constructed around chasing that which I need to survive and protect myself from harm, I take recess several times per day in the form of strength training, balance work, and cardiovascular exercise — er, play. I think this is a good way to be.
So where am I going with this...?
If you recall your school days, they didn't start in the classroom. They started on the playground before school. After a few hours of wolf training, another recess was necessary. I have no memory whatsoever, at least when it comes to myself or my friends, of anyone going straight home from school and continuing wolf training. We all took time to play, yet again, because we knew it was important and so did the wolves who raised us.
Today we celebrate Labor Day — a day for the worker. We hold in the highest esteem, the effort that millions of Americans have given in the name of our collective pack. But this day is always a good reminder for me, that it’s the Labrador Retriever in each of us that enables the better wolf. So as we all head back to work soon, let’s remember the value of play, whether it’s in the form of exercise or recreation, that a physical release, not only makes us better prepared to be the wolf, but it usually makes us happier.
A Labrador Retriever plays every day of his life, and despite any gray on his face, he dies as a child… rc