Sunday, March 22
Thank you Ms Changes Pants While Driving! If it weren't for you, I might never have realized how much I wish that double sided duct tape existed. Sure wouldn't want to fall on that stuff though.
Happiness makes me quiet, and for some reason impedes my writing creativity and stimulates my visuals. Visuals as in painting and such. But, let's talk about the dog.
Had my internet been hooked up during her first 6 days, I would have woefully poured out my story. I had this dog for just 7 hours, until her floppy ears suddenly went pointy and propelled her up and over the fence. She looked over her shoulder at me as she bolted into the night. I ran after her, but her shtumpy legs outraced my own. I searched, I cried, I made pitiful flyers, none of which made any difference. She came home at 4am the next night in a heavy downpour. She whimpered at the door, and bolted when I opened it. Over the next SIX days, the joke was on the "lost" dog flyers. She was never lost, she was right over there. She returned home 3 to 4 times a day, each time to sadly flee me again. Neighbors called with reports of the latest sightings. At Jiffy Lube, in the grocery parking lot, in the damn intersection of racing traffic. This dog was never lost, just uncatchable. I cooked bacon with my door open and made many other animal friends. I gave my name, number, and address to every stranger within a mile. I found my dog walking routine, twice a day, I walked dogless with bacon bits, calling and coaxing. She met me on most of these walks from a 20 foot distance. On the sixth day, she seemed to be expecting me. She cocked her crazy, fuzzy, face at me from a leaf pile, gave a big dog stretch and came bounding up to me. Bounding, I tell you. As if she'd been looking for me the whole time. Crazy little dog still lives at home, and is hugely attached. However, she can scale a 6 foot fence, and nighttime possesses her. I may have a leash surgically attached to her jugular.
Welcome home, Lucy, aka, Piggly Wggly.
at 11:09 AM