Thursday, February 26, 2009
Your Absence has been Noted
I never realized how much identity can be wrapped up in a dog until I found myself walking the woods without one. My eldest dog is to frail at sixteen(more or less, we don't know) to accompany me on a 5K ski run, so Dynamo, my six (or is that seven) year old german shepherd runs alongside instead. Normally lithe & lively, charging madly after squirrels and leaping at the sky to snatch frisbees from the air, she's pulled up lame this week. I don't know why but I am worried. For now, it's leashed walks only and a wait and see approach. If a few days of rest clears things up, Yay! If not, x-rays and bad news is likely.
For a few days longer, I'll be skiing (or walking as the case may be) alone. Her absence has been noted. I thought, since I would no longer be occupied with minding the dog, that I would have more time to think, creatively, hopefully. Instead, my mind fell into those continuous loops of monotonous repetitive thoughts so utterly banal in nature that I cannot even remember them. It seemed that, without a dog to watch for, call for, laugh at, or talk to, I forgot entirely to look up and out and around me and fell instead into my own head, which is not so roomy as I would like to think.
Cats are lovely and grace our home and hearth, but dogs are our public persona, walking at our side, companions of the trail. I didn't realize, though, how much the distraction they provide can refresh the mind.
Image: 9"x11 1/2" 140lb watercolour paper, india ink, watercolour. This image was a doodle diary panel last night, and in some days you'll see that version, but I felt compelled to expand on it, and work on the piece you see here.