Saturday, November 23, 2013

dog gone

Night shade.

Jake has been visiting my dreams of late. Jake, the gold puppy for whom this blog was named. It's so good to see him in these dreams. He appears much more relaxed than he ever was in real life. Often in these dreams I'm trying to find the accoutrements needed to take him on a walk, the leash, poop bags and such. He's following me around, as he used to. When he was a puppy, he leapt into the air when I grabbed the leash. He was enthusiastic.

One reason he's on my mind is because I'm going to dog-sit for a few days over Christmas. Christmas is always such a weird day for me. I'm thinking that hanging out with a dog will make it a lot more fun. The dog's name is Presley. He's a very good dog, they tell me, so right from the get go he'll be easier than Jake ever was, a good thing.

I figure the dog-sit will provide hours of amusement on a holiday I have never connected to, remind me again of why I don't want a dog of my own, and make for some good stories, fun walks, and maybe even good photo opps.

Perhaps the experience will make me want a dog no matter how much of a hassle it would be, who knows? At the house on Tennessee Avenue, we three had dogs. We covered for each other. Dogs are pack animals; they need more than one person. Trying to fill every need for a dog would be too much for me. It wouldn't be fair.

Seeing Jake in my dreams has rendered me sentimental for the big lug. Here's a picture of him I took in 2008. He was so photogenic.


ain't for city gals said...

Our dog died six months ago...still miss her but I too go back and forth on if I want another...pros and cons for sure.

Reya Mellicker said...

It's a lot of work, especially for one person. Plus I'm 60 - what if something happens to me?

ellen abbott said...

Dogs have a way of getting into your heart and they never leave.

Steve Reed said...

Awww, good old Jake. I think you've continued to really miss him, and this dog-sitting will be a great experience for you. :)

Pam said...

Happy dog sitting. Maybe it's a bit like children, enjoyable at the time but great to give them back. My mother-in-law found that out when a relative asked her to look after a highly-strung whippet for 6 weeks "we had fun," she said "but it's so good to hand him back again.".