Slept terribly again last night. What’s new!? I plugged in Helen Garner’s last diary in her trilogy and listened until I finally dropped off. My last recollection was her voice whispering: “In fifteen minutes I’ll be thirty-nine years old.” Her words echoing…in 15 minutes, I’ll be…in 15 minutes, I’ll be…in 15 minutes, I’ll be….
Jan Grue: “But the days slip by at an uncomfortable speed.”
Christian Wiman: “Time, that great grinding wheel of the world rolls over you…too eroded to notice.“
I walk.
The World feels like it has rolled over me, and then back again. Heavy step, heavy shoulders, heavy backpack, just all Heavy. And, Tired. Of this same track. Same trees. Same hut. Just more of the Same.
It’s now been 1,268 consecutive (almost) morning walks at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
I’m about to turn back – HAD ENOUGH – and I see them in the distance. And here they come.
Think Pegasus without the wings. This dog could fly. How many times have I seen these two on this track? Go introduce yourself! Go say hello! Do it!
Against this wall of resistance, I approach.
“His name is Spyro…he’s a Siberian Husky. He runs 22 mph for the pure joy of it.” He has his own instagram site @spyro_the_husky.
I bend down to say hello to Spyro, his giant paws, one paw resting on each of my shoulders, and Spiro goes to it, slathering me with kisses.
I tuck my camera away in my backpack, noticing Spyro’s dirty paw prints on my lens cap. His warm, wet kisses now dry on my cheek, linger. Everything feels lighter now.
Cure…for Ennui? Walk.”
And, Cure for Ennui?
More Wally.
For the sheer love of it! Brilliant, David! Cher xoxoxo
Thanks Cher!
Siberian Huskies are amazing dogs. What a great encounter.
Agree Darlene!
Dave
Siberian Huskies are the sexiest dogs ever.
Laughing.
Dave
Not many things walking and Wally can’t cure, are there?
Exactly!!!!
Fresh air and puppy kisses..the cure for many a malady. ☀️
Truth!
They are certainly a force unto themselves
They are that.
Read this in bed on a grey Thursday morning. (ill since Fri night). Telling my ‘half dream’ to HH (he’s also sick since Tue): HH and I plus my teckel (died in ca 1990) heading to Zermatt, HH got separated w/luggage in train. I have no worry: got dog, got book , it’s all good…. I get off train with dog and book at an early Zermatt stop (don’t ask, I am creating… half dream, half fever, you get it).
HH doesn’t join, train continues. Soon, I’m all alone there. Decide to follow HH in next train. Sit down to read, dog at my feet.
Suddenly, I wonder: when IS a next train. Is there another one? There is no service at this train station… but a 5star hotel instead. Can I even enter with my dog and ask to get a drink of water for it and a drink for me? HH will pay when and if he joins me …?! (See my befuddled brain?). But Tiggy (dog) needs a drink….
Then HH hits the bedpost like an earthquake and I can’t finish my adventure…
Reading your story again. Grinning some more. Feeling better for a moment. You cannot beat a human-pet relationship. As long as we have them and they have us, all is doable!
I’m exhausted. Sorry if this makes no sense. It does to me. Lights out again.
Smiling throughout my journey of your story. LOVED THIS: “I have no worry: got dog, got book” So true!
I’m nodding – definitely more Wally…
Definitely!
Can’t imagine being without a dog. Each one is so special.
So agree!!!
So glad you stepped forward…meeting Spyro and his human…Spyro certainly greeted you with celebration! Spyro is a cool dog, I mean how many pups wear sunglasses? on the back of the bike…such an Easy Rider…
Laughing. Exactly. So cool….