It’s stubborn dogs and disappointed spouses, pigeon shit and pissed off neighbours. It’s early morning training sessions and an ever-growing to-do list. It’s puppy blues and terrible twos, pocket kibble and “it gets better” promises. It’s failure and frustration, two steps forward and four steps back. It’s ecollars and kennels, bells and beepers, leashes, launchers and leads. It’s living on good credit and bad coffee, staring out the windshield with half-lidded eyes. It’s out of date maps and middle of nowhere flats, busted ball joints, bent rims and blown fan belts. It’s scraped skid plates and gas price laments, dusty dead ends and permission denied. It’s heatstroke under an all-conquering sun or frostbitten fingers and sideways sleet sting. It’s thistles and thorns and slivers, sand and grit, mud and blood and sweat and tears. It’s rattlesnakes and forgotten snares, badger holes, barbed wire and “Are they bluffing?” bears. It’s tailgate trauma centres, porcupine quills and vet bills. It’s the ghost of gone dogs and all the heartbreak you can handle.
All for a few fleeting moments here at the confluence of nose and scent, where lead just might meet wing and time holds in brief suspension before the blur beckons and begins again.
And if you can’t find the beauty in that . . .
Well, you wouldn’t be here would you?
7 thoughts on “For Those Who Know”
Beautifully written. Your piece pulls me into your world.
Excellent! I live there too.
It’s got a helluva a view doesn’t it.
Well done, it is everything described here that makes this such a joy
Oh, so much joy and oh, so much sadness at the end but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just put a down payment on what is likely my last dog and know it will hurt the most if I outlive her, but the joy along the way will be worth it.
All the pain and all the pleasure, in dogs is how our lives will be measured.
I hope the new pup treats you well.
Another great piece Blaine. Thanks so much!!