the mist rising off the mum fields is glowing gold, the birds are singing out their hearts. buddy snores at my feet, worn out by our morning walk up and down the driveway. five times up and back is two miles.
last monday i decided it was ridiculous to live at the end of what amounts to my own personal track and not use it. it's like living on a lake and refusing to look. so cheered on by a heavenly host, i laced up my walking shoes and struck out. it felt so good i laced them on again the following day, but this time i had a Companion.
buddy might be a dog in this particular incarnation of his existenc, but he's nobody's fool. he charged down the steps, closely followed by sam the beagle, sniffing, whining, quivering from nose to tail with anticipation. take me, take me, take me, he begged and pleaded: illbegoodillbegoodillbegood...promisepromisepromise...youllseeyoullseeyoullsee...
anyone who thinks dogs dont talk hasn't met buddy. even one of sam's behavioral therapists remarked on it... ("he sure is vocal, isn't he?" she observed, and looked only mildly startled when i replied: "yes, i think he's so young he forgets he's a puppy.")
how could i resist? so off we went, buddy and i... and the Dog Whisperer would be proud. every morning for the past week, rain or shine, and most evenings, has seen me and my buddy pacing five times up and down the driveway.
and furthermore, the war WILL end. blessed be.