Yesterday during a group text in which I suggested "margarita lifting" counts as working out, another friend sent one saying her dog had just died. I ran over to her house knowing that she'd take it hard as can be. I found my friend standing outside drenched and shivering (her blind and deaf 16 year old dog had taken his own life in the creek that runs through her yard) holding the body of her dead dog while another friend was digging a hole. I convinced my friend to go inside and put on some warm clothes and that I would stay with her dog. She rested him, wrapped in a towel, on her wood pile and went inside to change. Feeling like her dog shouldn't be alone quite yet, I put my own hand on his head and stroked him, through the towel, as I would have if he were just napping beside me. Her dog went in the hole and my friend's kids joined us and we had a little ceremony. I hung out with my friend for a while until she seemed to calm down (that dog you had before kids will always be a tough loss) and her kids were fed and ready to watch some comedy sit coms on television and then I left them to have some family time.
But what it is really interesting to me is that when I got home bear bait took one sniff of my dead dog petting hand and left me completely alone for the rest of the evening EVEN WHEN I ATE DINNER. It's pretty amazing what dogs know. I wonder if bear bait thinks I played a role in the death of her acquiantance.
On the subject of dogs, I stopped by Peanut's house last week when I was in stepford seeing the chiro. Her dog is bear bait's age and Peanut and I spent countless hours walking in circles around fields trying to wear those puppy dogs out and chatting away. I've always had an extra soft spot for Peanut's dog because he as goofy as can be. Well, he treated me like a long lost love, laying his head across my chest and just pressing in. It made me feel a little terrible, because I suspect that he and bear bait miss each other. I'm trying to figure out how I can get the two dogs together while they can still enjoy each other.
Speaking of dogs, the lake guy that I am photographing took his dog to try to breed it and I can't believe he didn't tell me before the fact. His dog did not manage to get the deed done, but still ..... His dog does not get another chance either because another dog stepped stepped in and nailed it. He told me after the fact. I just wanna cry.