November 21, 2013
Two albino squirrels live
within a few blocks from my duplex. I see them at least once a week, scrambling
along the trees or scurrying across the cold grass to safety. The randomness of
their appearance startles me. I stand, in awe, amazed at their perfect white
fur, the audacity of my luck, having two such stupendous creatures within a
stone’s throw, makes me giddy.
Today, I aim to
communicate with my newfound friend, Donut, who lives upstairs and has been a
very dissatisfying neighbor. She races away
from me and my outstretched hand, eager to wrap my arms around her long Basset
body and look squarely into her Beagle eyes. I want to declare her my new best
friend.
This morning, I uncharacteristically
veer from my normal routine of extending my arm basically out of its socket, to
appeal to her whim; I “tell” her with my mind and demeanor, that I have
absolutely no expectation of her. She can do what is comfortable and I will not
impede upon her space unsolicited. Donut walked up to me, with her front
out-turned feet, and gingerly took the treat from my hand. She failed to race
away, didn’t avert my eyes and calmly made her way down the stairs. Whee. This
is incredible. I declare myself bonded with Donut and am anxious to explore our
new-found kinship. Unfortunately, she is away for more than a couple of days. I
do hope she sends me a postcard and brings me a gift upon her return.'Cause that is what best friends do.
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