3 posts tagged “dog”
Since I had such a great time exploring the deserted amusement park with LaidOutInLavender a couple of weeks ago, I've been eager to go snooping around other off-limits places* looking for photo opportunities.
Yesterday, I visited my excellent friend K2D2, who lives on a lake not far from Seattle, and we walked with K's dog to the secret cove where she had recently discovered some nifty graffiti.
We passed many beautiful and interesting things in the woods.
K's happy dog enjoyed herself in the most doggy way.
We found a couple of signs.
K lives right beside the lake, so we also spent time hanging out on her deck and the waterfront. It was a very enjoyable day, even with the booming firecrackers exploding non-stop around the lake and the powerfully amplified karaoke from the party across the water. Thank you, K2D2, for the lovely day! and apologies for plagiarizing** the graffiti name plus the concept for all those dog-in-water shots.
----------
*My trespassing adventures actually date back to the summer after 10th grade when neighbor Tina and I used to sneak into the horticultural therapy rose garden on the grounds of the hospital where my mom worked and, um, liberate roses from their bushes. I believe these are the only things I have intentionally stolen, though my brother would disagree for reasons I will not discuss here.
**Yes, I realize plagiarism is a form of theft.
So I sent a message to the rescue organization hosting Beau, asking if there was any way he could be happy in a tiny condo with no yard, two cats, and four-block to a park, and heard back that, as a senior dog, he has a hard time walking long distances and needs to be lifted in and out of a vehicle. He's very large, and the vehicle would be an ancient Toyota Landcruiser (a significant hop up). My sister-in-law also pointed out that dogs often become incontinent in old age. No, this would not be a good fit. What was I thinking?
Maybe the energy that I've been channeling into dog-dreaming is best diverted to the new baby garden. I really don't want the garden to fade into another abandoned hobby, something I have a long history of cultivating. Before the move west, the good part of a closet was dedicated to paraphernalia of abandoned obsessions which once were as new and fresh and exciting as the gardenette feels now: fencing gear, "character" shoes and castanets, a unopened roll of Rives BFK paper (I optimistically moved that). The acoustic guitar never made it back east from the previous cross-country move, and the Roland electronic drum kit was purchased by a work colleague. Thankfully, I never got around to building the low-flying trapeze. I have, however, continued to schlep most of the unread books on past obsessions. Certainly someday I will want to get back into reading about Northern European mythology, Victorian London, Japanese pop culture, seasonal monastery cooking, Venice, and ... herb gardening! Voila!
The dog, if there is a dog, would of course be a commitment for the long haul (incontinence and all). But, I wouldn't want to take that on with a strong possibility of the dog (or the cats, or me) being unhappy with the situation from day one, and I doubt the rescue organization would allow go for the placement, either. I'm sorry, Beau.
... I'm starting to think about getting a dog. Maybe this fella...
Yes, I live in a tee-niny condapartment with two cats and no yard. But, I could offer an older, slower dog gobs of love, lots of urban walks, and the probable affection of at least one cat. My Great Pyrenees niece Asha came to visit the other night and Muki seemed quite happy to meet her gentle self. I suspect he would have preferred a canine roommate to Lila.
