Today, my day off, I woke to a sweet little puppy having exciting dreams. The dream was her running after bar-b-q’ed flavored tennis balls, in a field of green grass with her sister Lola, hip to hip. In parts of the field there were snow patches to destroy and sludgy smells to roll about in. No one in her dream told her no but instead happily fed her live chickens. This Alpo saturated dream is true, I know, because her stiff kicks to my back awoke me to sharp, quivered breathing and ecstatic tiny barks. I decided to reward my best lil’gal with a day for just her and I. Sunday play day to spoil her all day.
I put her in her new trailer and biked her throughout the river trail in search for a far away dog park I saw once upon a ride. The desert is in bloom and smells so fresh. I know these colors wont last long, so I took my time… taking pictures, picking flowers, stopping to sit with a tree to write, letting Hannah run around and roll in the hot dirt. I have a lot to be thankful for, like the fat bee’s that surrounded me today buzzing spring secrets into my ear. I want to be a better person every day. And days like today are a peaceful little reminder that I certainly capable of doing exactly what I want with my life, joyfully so.
Eventually we made it to the park to meet new Hannah friends. I sat away from weirdo park people and lusted selfishly over Hannah, watching her pounce unsuspecting pups, scooping sticks to show off, and panting in shade dwellings. We didn’t stay long, even though this particular park was well designed and well-maintained, I was scared of the ‘dog’ people… who talk about their dogs. I wasn’t in the mood to try to pretend to care about what pedigree their dogs were. I wanted to ride and this time it was H’s time to run along with.
I decided to join in on the spoilings, and took us to Trader Joe’s for lunch pickerupers and ice coffee. I bought my side kick a juicy bone and for me… pineapple. We got back on the trail to find us a picnic table and more flowers to bond with. We cuddle together under a new tree and enjoyed our treats in silence, watching the gofers pop up and out of the ground, playing chase.
She did so good and now sleeps dead near my lap. Soon, we’ll hit the road again to a new park with a library.
I love you life. I can hack it. I’m big.
Hi, I was searching for Dog Barking on Monday and came across your article Bee Eff Eff. I’m not sure it should have appeared so high up in the seach cos it’s not really relevant but quite interesting all the same.