You’ll recall that some months ago (4/20/12) my little black angel had her way with our computer. Well, now she’s not so little, wife is away for a spell, and thus the major occupation of my increasingly enfeebled mind is that of her energy management. No small task. She’s now an eighty pound bolt of black lightening.
Raring to go at 5:00 AM every morning, a five or so mile run gets her down to about neutral for a while and it’s fun. Today for example we crossed paths with a young reporter for a local TV station on a live remote. She was cute, but for some reason evinced perturbation when Nellie attempted to wrestle the microphone from her grip. More friendly are the folks at the coffee shop close to home.
Worried sick about the inside of our house, I race home for lunch hoping to beat her full recharge. So far the worst has been the demise of a phone book and package from LL Bean. (Please don’t mention this to wife.) Outside is another story. While I’ve been changing clothes sweet Nellie has torn drain tile out of the ground and shake shingles from side of house.
So, every day at noon I grab a quick bite and then take her for a drive to a hike in the woods and problems of a different sort. There are more than 100 acres of timber where we go and first couple of times out she disappeared. It’s deer season and some years ago old friend Sauger was ahead of wife and son in these woods. They crested a hill to see a deer hunter with bow drawn and aimed at our (then) pup!
We’ve seen (and chased) a few deer, but had no such incident. However, several days ago I found myself, uh, bewildered in the Daniel Boone sense of the word. For a good long while and in the rain. By the time I made it back to our vehicle I had worked up considerable concern, but Nellie was there and I could tell she’d been concerned too because she ran the multiple tight little circles she does when exuberant.
The experience was good for us both, first because an approach to the razor’s edge is always invigorating and second, lesson learned, we now pay attention and pretty much stick together. And finally, for the opportunity to feel such deep connection. Like wise wife said (12/2/11): “Every dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart”.
*Interesting. Auto correct wanted me to substitute ‘that’ for the ‘who’ in the last sentence. Take note couch potatoes, there is no heart in your machine.