B.Z.L.
weekend relatively good with cleaning, organizing, packing, considering in prep for my 3 months away. in hindsight, i think about the little zoe around me throughout the day with a calming run somewhere in there. then off to michigan city and staying at a's fathers place. a beautiful home for the architect in the midst of pines that really did smell like home. zoe trotted, rolled and smiled throughout the day. i showered in the most amazing bathroom in that house. acoustics were unbelievable as i went through all the songs i could think of and made up a few more just so i could linger. windows and skylights all around. intimate with the trees with the hot water pelting me.
then took the dog to one of the houses i have been considering leaving her while i am gone. a friend i have known for a couple of years. we have gone on a number of hiking and camping trips with the zoe and she digs the dog completely. we went for dinner once the dog was at her house, some little italian place with moderately spectacular pasta. laughing, drinking decent wine, then back to her house. a message on her cell: dog ran out and can't find her.
i walked in the rain for two hours that night until hoarse with the furtive cries of "ZOEEEE! COME HERE GIRL! ZOE-ZOE!!!!!" then soaked, covered in mud, cold, miserable, crying defeat. driving two hours back to lafayette. each time the phone rings: news? nothing yet.
that was sunday night. it's been over 72 hours. the thought of her cold, alone, scared, hungry, possibly hurt... i had no idea i loved this animal so much.
then took the dog to one of the houses i have been considering leaving her while i am gone. a friend i have known for a couple of years. we have gone on a number of hiking and camping trips with the zoe and she digs the dog completely. we went for dinner once the dog was at her house, some little italian place with moderately spectacular pasta. laughing, drinking decent wine, then back to her house. a message on her cell: dog ran out and can't find her.
i walked in the rain for two hours that night until hoarse with the furtive cries of "ZOEEEE! COME HERE GIRL! ZOE-ZOE!!!!!" then soaked, covered in mud, cold, miserable, crying defeat. driving two hours back to lafayette. each time the phone rings: news? nothing yet.
that was sunday night. it's been over 72 hours. the thought of her cold, alone, scared, hungry, possibly hurt... i had no idea i loved this animal so much.