Running. With 0.5 Wolfpack.

~ Live & Learn

mianus-river-park-nov-2016

Kids: “Dad, People just don’t do that. It’s weird.”
Dad: “Listen, I’m not People.”
Kids: Eyes roll. Whispering to each other, don’t we know that.

My text message is sent to the neighbors the night before.
“…Will Anya be free to come out to play in the morning?”
Text message comes zipping back.
“…Of course. We’ll leave the door unlocked, and the leash by the door.”

This has become a weekend routine.

She now knows what’s coming when the leash is by the door. She hears the car pull up, its daybreak. I walk up to the door, there’s a soft “woof” – she’s been waiting. I can hear the pitter patter of her paws on the wood floor. I open the door and she bounds out, ready to join her new BFF.

When you lose your dog, when the wounds are still fresh, and you haven’t / can’t replace your dog, what do you do?  You borrow the neighbor’s Dog, of course. It’s not weird, it’s a bloody necessity. 0.5 Wolfpack is better than no Wolfpack at all.

It’s 35° F, chilly, but I’m not feelin’ it, not today. The Park is empty but for a few scampering squirrels rustling the thick carpet of leaves. And that’s exactly how we like it.

Anya and I step around the gate to enter the park. And there it was. I had to stop. Nothing interrupts a run, for fear of turning around and going home to the couch. But I just had to stop. We are surrounded by a Japanese garden in autumn, with a river flowing through it, but this is no Japan, but Mianus River Park in Connecticut.

Japanese Garden. Japan. Manicured Gardens. And the mind leaps to Haruki Murakami and reflections from a binge reading period including (but not limited to):  “The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle,” “Hear the Wind Sing,” “Norwegian Wood,” and my first, “Kafka on the Shore,” where Murakami wrote:

“Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”

Inspired by the Japanese Gardens that line the hills and trails.

Inspired by the soft morning sun reflecting the yellows, the golds, and the reds on the slow moving river, this river panting in its wait for replenishment from the snows.

And most inspired by Anya who is never more than three feet from my right ankle, at all times.

We run. And run. And run.

I lift Anya into the hatch, and get into the car. I take off my tuque and steam smothers the windshield. I wipe the mist off the rear view mirror and see Anya peeking between the two headrests in the back seat.

The message is clear:

I can no longer run without a Dog.

 

Notes:

  • Photo: My shot at Mianus River Park this morning.
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58 thoughts on “Running. With 0.5 Wolfpack.”

  7. Ohhh, DK, this made my heart sing, for many reasons…that you had a beautiful day out in nature, that you have a fabulous (albeit temporary) running companion in Anya, and finally that you’re thinking it’s time to bring a bit of four-legged love back into your life! Woot! Woot! Soo many lovely rescue dogs looking for homes. Can’t wait to see what happens next….

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  12. You just keep borrowing the neighbor’s dog. I’m not ready yet…..lol. This did make me cry though because I am so thankful to all of our neighbors who are more than generous with their four legged friends when we are in need of some dog kisses and wags!

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  18. Everyone needs a BFF…and Anya sounds like a balm – similar to a transplanted Japanese garden. You are a pack-man (no pun intended), need your family around you – including the four legged kind. I hope you all find yourselves ready for some more puppy love in your lives..

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