Death wish

July 4, 2013

The munchkins will have to be locked-up while I am out gallivanting today. Thing One and Thing Two are staying over for the weekend, the energy of a handful of small dogs toys with the cat. She has taken to chasing the miniature Yorkie around the house, keeping him under her paw for good measure. My big dog, scared of the slightest pop of a firework, is reluctant to come into the house from the yard because the Chihuahua mix is in charge of all one hundred and five pounds him. A circus, in case anyone is wondering.

Living close to the bluff now so attempting to avoid massive amounts of transit and long lines to get in and out of Harriet Island can be skirted by strolling as best I can to the River and lugging a chair to park my weary hide and take in the view of the sky and bursts of colored lights. Not one to ooh and ahh much and my head fills with concern for the wildlife and the effects on the environment. Can’t help the sensation of threat and discomfort since I can’t even detect a burst and the giant dog is quaking.

Met Grandma Jane on my walk with the critters this morning. She lives around the corner and across the street, banging out her rugs and checking out the neighborhood in the early morning hours. She asked if I was new to the neighborhood and casually mentioned she has lived here for over 40 years. She loved her dog that had to be put to sleep a few years ago, she pondered aloud for her own benefit of completion. It is too sad to get another pet, to watch them die. I can’t imagine not having a dog to come home to, I replied, everyone has to die and leave loved ones behind so why deny yourself the pleasure of their company? Her daughter has two Jack Russells that has cost them “the farm” and she doesn’t understand why they do not put the one canine to sleep who has to get oxygen and treatments for some mysterious ailment. Why make it suffer? I had no manageable response.