Friday, January 2, 2009
A VACATION FROM THE DOGS
From our fourth floor balcony I look out over downtown Austin.
A bit like Paris in its beige understated two-story existence. I have
had my breakfast, showered and gotten back into the comfy Driskoll
Hotel robe. No creeping down the steps to see if I can catch my
little dog sleeping in his doghouse, all curled up and snuggly in the
back and deep within the cushion. Some mornings he stretches in the
doghouse and sometimes he barks without getting up. Without lifting his
head he barks good morning. I can even pull him out while still on his side
like I was unloading a torpedo on a ship and he remains on his side once
out of his house and on the apartment carpet. He sits at my feet as I
move about making coffee but once I speak to him he's awake. He gets
lovingly shoved outside until my morning time is up and I have to go to the
office in the main barn and give the other dog her medications. Itchy,
scratchy, neuroic meds. Hopefully before she has had a chance to make a
huge doggie mess because she was not let out in time. My dog barks
hello and the other ranch dogs appear, if they are not already sitting at
attention at our door. In the office everyone gets cheese. Cheese with the
meds for one and cheese because I have to be fair with the others.
And now out and across the pasture and to the pond where geese have
rested on their annual trek. The winds blow and its cold and thank you
for the ranch jacket with hood and the scarf and mittens.
And it's a vacation from my dogs barking for what anymore I don't
even know. He has been fed, petted, walked and he pooed. If he
could speak english it would probably be something like "Hey you
petted someone else and not me." No more calling back the herd of
dogs when the UPS or FEDEX truck pulls up. Then there's the bark that says
time for another walk and no we won't venture out alone. And the bark for
work day's over and time to go. And just the rustling of paws near my
desk chair that says I love you and want to be touched again please.
Nope none of that. This is a vacation from the dogs.