Tuesday, November 22, 2011
We all hate the dog but I also love her. Love/hate. Sometimes I think she's more human than all of us. Maybe not more human, but she behaves more like humans should. She has such simple and pure, uncontaminated reactions. We mess ours up with manipulation, selfishness, anxiety, and pride. Big Pride. I'm grateful for Shelby because she took me out on the lawn to pee tonight at 9:30. While we were there an unseasonably warm wind kicked up and we both lifted our chins up so our eyes could follow its trail, which ended up right in the stars which were also mixed with brown pin oak leaves trickling down on us like confetti celebrating our attention to the moment. She bit at the leaves and I breathed deep, short-sleeved on Thanksgiving week. Shelby just wants to be loved and given some attention. Which is hard, really hard, when she poops in her crate at 3am and has to have a bath. Then she goes and sticks her salt n' pepper nose on the edge of the couch and looks at you until you look at her, then she gives you a huge puppy sigh. I think I'll try that trick with Dr. Gooch.