Taking a walk with Brody is a unique and sometimes embarrassing experience. There is a prelude that occurs when I start putting on my shoes and coat. Brody thinks I’m taking him for a walk regardless of what Im actually planning to do. He whines and howls quite flamboyantly. If I happen to grab his leash, he begins barking loudly, right in my ear as I’m bending down to clip it on his collar. Getting Jake ready to accompany us on our outing is no easy task. Brody bounces up and down, barks, howls and interferes with my effort to leash Jake. I have tangled leashes before I even get the door open.
Brody greats the outside world with incessant barking as we set off. While Jake trots faithfully at my side, Brody darts back and forth yanking on the leash. Just about everything we encounter Brody deems worthy of a bark; holiday decorations-bark; garbage cans at the curb-bark, bark; a pedestrian out for a stroll-bark, bark, bark! If that pedestrian happens to have a dog in tow, Brody launches into a barking frenzy.
The embarrassing part of the walk occurs when I attempt to reign him in to stop him from barking. As I bend down and pull him close, he yipes like he’s been hit by a car. Oh, well. We do love you Brody! It’s a good thing you’re so cute!
Here’s another excerpt from my yet to be released book:
“In my early teenage years I loved to walk alone in the wooded areas near my home. In my meanderings, I was struck by the timeless nature of the forest. Time didn’t seem to matter to the trees. They could be found, day or night, year after year, right where I first spotted them. These tall and stately giants adorned themselves with colorful leaves in autumn, as if readying themselves for a grand ball. I sat for hours watching as the arbors gracefully danced in October breezes. When I returned to the woods in November with my rifle in hand, I looked on as cold windy gusts stripped the trees naked.
It impressed me that the grand order of things did not lessen the generosity of the trees. They labored through the seasons to produce a bounty of fruits, nuts and seeds, not for their own consumption, but as gifts for the passerby.
From my perch in a rotting tree fort, I watched creatures, large and small, carrying out their agendas. In stark contrast to the trees, time for them was of the essence. They spent the precious little time they did have attending to personal needs. These included hoarding and gorging themselves on whatever was available. Animals, it seemed, lived a life of extremes, one of excess and depravity.”
Another quote from my upcoming book regarding the aging process:
“Until recently, I naively believed the aging process applied to everybody else. Somehow I’d be immune (at least until I retired). Aging was a rut in the road of life everyone else fell into. These ruts were impossible to get out of and led to unintended destinations. I hoped a dog of my own would prevent one of those ruts from claiming me.”
This is not my dog, Lucky, but it looks remarkably like him!
Another quote from my upcoming book:
” Without warning a loud noise erupted in the kitchen. The door leading to the garage burst open and slammed against another door immediately behind it. A troubling scratching sound followed, made by claws searching for grip on a ceramic tile floor. A low growl grew in intensity. Thunderous blows, like the beating of drums filled the air as youthful feet stuck the floor with the force of an adult twice their size.”
Another quote from my yet to be published dog story:
I shut off the engine, seeking to take in the significance of this moment. The world around me continued to march on. Lanterns fastened to our house flickered rhythmically in the lengthening shadows. Songbirds filled the air with music. Clouds, painted red and purple by the setting sun, mourned the loss of their companion as the horizon swallowed its golden prize. Colorful leaves fell gently to the ground like parachutes in the intermittent breeze.
“Patty loved animals as much as I did. We’ve had a pet of some kind ever since we’ve been married. When we set out to build our first house we couldn’t wait to fill it with animals. Not to the extent Noah filled the ark, but Patty wanted a kitten and I coveted a black Labrador retriever…By the time we finished building, our menagerie consisted of three species of birds, two large tanks of fish, a dog and two kittens. The arrival of our first child changed everything.”