Before you get all mushy and think I finally acquired a dog, I did not.
I do not own a puppy but several own me part-time.
I am in the palm of the paws of several.
Growing up we had one dog, a half-breed terrier I think someone left by our back door, which is how all the pets arrived at my childhood home. {Well, not counting the goldfish won at the fair but that is another story.}
"Here, take this!" was how I saw it then, a gift, a dog, a cat plopped down from The Universe.
Maybe it was more a gift from God, "Here, you need this."
Most evenings I walk my neighborhood with the dog walkers. They have adopted poor-little-dogless-me and as one neighbor has two little fluffy-pups the mathematics of it all works out fine.
Sometimes I am the official pepper-spray holder as we have the occasional free-roaming rogue. Especially during hunting season one might find a working-class stray wandering lost and confused looking for a misplaced deer or turkey.
Normally these strangers listen to my voice of reason as I calmly explain, "Run! Fast as you can the other way, Lost Boy! I do not even know how to work this pepper-spray-stuff. Please get out of Carson City. Pronto."
This normally works as none of our dogs look or smell like deer or turkey. Things turn out OK.
A temporary lost traveler wants to go home to his own kennel and kibble. These hunter-types are often misunderstood. They are simple souls and are plum worn out when they reach our hood. Two times now we have matched them back up to owner.
Just so you will know: I have never actually had to USE the pepper-spray even though I stand at the ready.
We walk prepared and trusting with our dogs into the dusk. If an owl hoots, we pick up the wee ones and tuck them under an arm.
When one of my peeps is feeling puny or has a project working I step up and volunteer for the official dog-walker position. I might take Katie and give her one good loop around so she can do Her Business.
Katie always knows something is up. She is no fool.
She knows me but I am not The Momma. Katie drags her heels every step of the way until we get to the half-way mark. Smart cookie that she is, Katie takes off like a bat out of hell when she is on her way to her own place. When we get to the home-stretch, it is Katie by a mile.
How could Katie know she is half done? How does she know that at the very point she is now heading back to the one she loves the best?
See that is what I love about dogs. They so know stuff we do not know.
They look up at you with those old-world eyes and say everything you want to hear without even moving a muscle. Sometimes they smell and drool and we love them anyway.
On your worse day, your dog loves you.
I keep thinking I wanna a dog, gotta get a puppy, wanna do it now, dog, dog, dog....
But not yet. I want to go here first and then here soon and so on. {Plus my pup needs to be an Inside Dog because we have these down near the creek.}
The day after I no longer have a working-away-from-the-house-career I am going to let The Universe bring me a gift.
I do not even care what breed he happens to be. I just want him to be loving like this one. OK, yes, and a cutey~pie like this one over here or, maybe a simple noble dog, like this one.
Well, will you look at this one!
I feel confident that the right dog will find me at the best time. I am sending out waves of love to The Universe to be on guard for the perfect one. I do not want to miss a thing so I will be ready.
In the mean time, back here at the ranch, I curl up with old Spike-the-cat, old Spike-the-inside-cat, and we are happy. He knows my ways and is busy trying to teach me how to slow down. I have never once seen him multitask.
Spike has me in the palm of his paw. He is just what I need.
















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