People let me tell you ’bout my best friend
He’s a warm hearted person who’ll love me ’til the end
People let me tell you bout my best friend
He’s a one boy cuddly toy, my up, my down, my pride and joy
Charley doesn’t have our problems. He doesn’t belong to a species clever enough to split the atom but not clever enough to live in peace with itself. He doesn’t even know about race, nor is he concerned with his sisters’ marriage. It’s quite the opposite. Once Charley fell in love with a dachshund, a romance racially unsuitable, physically ridiculous, and mechanically impossible. But all these problems Charley ignored. He loved deeply and tried dogfully. It would be difficult to explain to a dog the good and moral purpose of a thousand humans gathered to curse one tiny human. I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quick and vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts
Travels with Charley
I come back every year with the same wish! Have I been good? Well, I suppose that is debatable. Have I been nice? Well, that leads me to my request.
The same request I have had for the last twelve years!
Yes, I believe that I’ve been fairly nice. However, the ‘niceties’ are being pushed to the limit!
Realistically, it isn’t always ‘shit’. Sometimes, more often than not, it is a dead animal.
I’ve done the research. I’ve trained dogs…obviously, not well. Dogs roll in ‘stuff’ to disguise their scent. To make themselves somehow invisible to those lurking at the farm or hardened trail.
We walk in some ‘wild, wild, acreage.’ Therefore, I am almost as aware of my surroundings as, the out of control dogs.
Not once have I felt that a gopher or skunk had been out there in the thicket…awaiting for us to make one false mistake.
Do not get me wrong! Obviously we, the dogs and I, are not alone. Yet, unlike humans, whatever four-legged stranger, danger, animal, that is out there. Wants to enjoy their walk. And, wishes for us to do the same.
Please, Santa, could you talk to the dogs about their sub-par behavior? My wife is beginning to think that I encourage the dogs to be gross. It is putting a strain on the romance…if you get what I mean.
Yes, I have been nice. But I am getting pushed to the limit!
Long May You Run,
These are best of times. The worst of times! I am walking the dog in the midst of a snowstorm.
The worst of times being generally, dragging the bedraggled ass across a snow drift, needing to go out to pee at 3 in the morning. And, probably the most difficult moments, watching the dogs vomit over the newly purchased couch.
The best of times? They are innumerable! Which led my suffocating mind to wondering…
What makes you a true dog lover?
- If you walk your dog…often. Sometimes too often! A true dog lover knows the name of each and stranger dog they encounter.
- Not only does the true dog lover know the name of every dog they meet. They tend to forget (or do not even ask) the name of their two-legged friend.
- I lavish the ‘newbie’ dog we encounter with such accolades as: Oh, what a nice young lady you are? Look at your eyes! How deep they are? Where did you get that collar? Pink is your color!
- Sometimes I go so far as reaching under the hood! I suppose that comes from having worked in shelters. But when greeting a four-legged friend…I don’t want to offend by calling, him a her. Or, her… a him. I know personally how insulted my female dog is when she is told she is…handsome. She is not handsome…she is pretty.
- A true dog lover will use a dog’s need for exercise to get out of going to family gatherings. “Honey, can you call your sister and tell her we can’t come for Thanksgiving? There is so little time. And, I haven’t even taken the dogs out yet!”
- I ride with the window down in the summer. The summer in New Hampshire. Which means? No air conditioning because it is a waste of fuel but the dog loves hanging his head out the window. Which means? Window down in the winter. Ten below with the wind chill factor…because the dog likes the window down.
Lastly, I have had to forgive the ‘killings.’ I have a ‘hound’ mix. She came from Georgia, 12 years ago. And, she is not a Georgia peach!
Mattie is sweet, sluggish and solemn! Yet, dangle a small dog, a gopher, a rodent, in front of her…She turns into a low down, dirty shame, killer.
After the first kill, a gopher roaming about at a farm; I had been shaken up. With fervor, I attempted to free the creature from Mattie…yet, the little guy began fighting and screaming. Not with Mattie…but with me. The screaming had started to get to me (my screaming and the gophers.) I just gave up. Survival of the fittest and what not. Thus, from that day forward…I forgave the ‘killings.’
Who am I to judge?
A true dog lover will languish in 70 degree temperatures. Sun is out, no winds, low humidity and perfected landscape.
A true dog lover will also suffer in 10 inches of newly fallen snow, frigid temps and low visibility!
A true dog lover knows…perfect zen moments come from walking the dog.