There were a bunch of bats zipping all over the place.
Looks like a galaxy in the bushes.
It has been eight and a half months since our Labrador, Meat Pie, died. I have been very busy with my art; the painting and the writing. I have gone North to Whidbey Island. I pick tomatoes and fruit. I make small delicious batches of jam using blackberries I have picked, plums, and figs. Luna and I go to the Lake to swim and play. Today we stopped along the back roads at a small county park where we hiked into the brush and went "off leash!" Luna swam in the Russian River and we climbed back into the car and headed home with our groceries, books and papers. She started whining, whined all the way to our driveway. What is with that? Can she read my mind?
My current obsession is with dogs. Well, one type of dog in particular: Labrador Retriever. Saturday as I approached the 'summer bridge' on the way into town, two Labs loped up and over the gravel embankment. Followed by two young men. Another Lab burst over the top of the gravel, followed by another. Wow. Four of them; two Yellows, a chocolate and a happy Black one. One of the young men walks over to my window, since I have stopped and am considering getting into his truck. His young yellow Lab jumped high enough on the door of my car to come on through. "No!" he said. I noticed tattooed biceps, strong arms. "Oh, that's alright..." It is?
Saving some face (mine, I hope) I drive off like I am going somewhere, watching them load up in my rear view mirror. The Chocolate doesn't want to jump that high, so she sits. The handsome young man bends to scoop her... whoa! I almost drove over that same gravel embankment, or I should say, into it.
That really happened.
And I have been lurking online at Labrador Retriever sites. On utube, watching puppy videos. Today the checkout girl said, "Oh, we have a Dalmation and a Lab!" I seem to be just outside of my own reality, kind of wondering where it went.
There may be a few excellent reasons to wait on getting a new Labbie. Right now I do not believe one of them, none of them. I just want a puppy. I want to cave and just go with this yearning.
I don't want to take my yearning on an artist's date. I don't want to take her vacuuming. I don't want to feed her chocolate and whipped cream. I don't want to buy her new shoes.
I want to cuddle, roll in the grass, slip in the mud, and laugh until I hurt. Then, I want to play chase. And last, I want to cuddle some more.
And that's that.