I was excited to take my rescue Beagle （比格犬） to the river the other day，as it's within walking distance of our new home．（1）

Having spent

Having spent

（spend） her first three years in a cage，Georgie had never seen a body of water，and I wanted to get there before sunset to watch her experience it．
    I was growing （2）

increasingly

increasingly

（increasing） impatient about all the stops her little beagle nose required．She inspected the grass，dirt，and trees，and licked whatever （3）

was stuck

was stuck

（stick） to the road．These were all new （4）

discoveries

discoveries

（discover）for her，and she took her time studying them．
    When I accepted that it was fruitless to hurry her along，I whipped out my cell phone and began texting．I thought that I needed something to do while Georgie was slowing us down．Then，（5）

for

for

some reason，I heard the cicadas（蟬），and I remembered that the sound of cicadas is my favorite sound in the world．That awakened something （6）

buried

buried

（bury） within me that longed for the simple pleasures （7）

that/which

that/which

had been replaced by technology．
    I made a（8）

conscious

conscious

（consciousness） decision to be present，and to enjoy the journey to the river just like Georgie．Now，I admired the flowers and the winding ivy（常青藤）on our path．I smelled the grass and the flowers，and the dirt and the air．I treasured each one equally，as if discovering them for the first time．
    As we neared our destination，I realized something even （9）

more

more

（much） important：It didn't matter if we even reached the river．Why must there always be a destination？Georgie had no idea that we had a destination．She was present for the journey，and she completely enjoyed every bit of that sweet experience．There was no race （10）

and

and

no finish line．
    Now I'm not sure who rescued whom．