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He Was Poetry In Motion

In a competitive game of catch between a little white dog and big dog, he was poetry in motion.

Have you ever seen poetry in motion?

I watched the arc of the tennis ball as it sailed through the air. I took off running, feeling my legs stretch in an effort to beat Mercer, who was only a few steps ahead. He was an older dog and it wouldn’t take me long to catch him.

The ball began its decent.  I could judge with fair accuracy where the ball would land. Racing toward the targeted spot, I was ready to grab the toy the moment it landed.  From my vantage point behind Mercer, I knew that he had over shot the target.

Oh yeah, this ball was mine.

Suddenly, Mercer twisted his upper body backward in the direction of the descending object.

I stared. And for one moment, intense and poignant, I was transfixed by Mercer’s natural prowess. Simply put, he was poetry in motion.  He was beautiful.

And I?

I wasn’t jealous or upset that I hadn’t caught the ball.   This was about a shared moment of joy that comes with chasing a little yellow ball across the yard and feeling the smooth fluidity of a moving body.

It did seem, however, that the ball wasn’t mine after all.

Until next time,

Jack

The Power to Revisit a Moment

(part 5) If there was one moment that defined my summer, this was it; my impromptu interaction with Goldie’s human. Something shifted in me that day, the way ice shifts on the Minnesota lakes when it breaks up and moves during the early spring thaw.

At the time, I did not want to appear greedy and gobble the treat she extended toward me, so I gently accepted the treat and maneuvered it to rest between my teeth. I applied pressure to my jaws and the treat broke and flavor burst forth.

Goldie’s human was watching my face closely, looking for affirmation that I enjoyed the treat she offered. And that was the moment I remember with the greatest clarity, her concern for my well-being.  From what I could ascertain from our previous encounters, she was that type of human who enjoyed the joy of others, especially if she was a direct contributor to the aforementioned joy.

I watched as her hand reached up to swat away a buzzing insect, still watching me with utmost concentration. I looked away, intent on relishing my treat. Not really hungry but savoring the tidbit nevertheless.

I realize now I should have done more. I should have barked my thanks. I should have jumped up and bumped my head against her knees in a show of appreciation.  I didn’t.

Looking back, it feels like it was a moment missed. Like something important should have been acknowledged, something shared, but wasn’t. A deepening of our relationship, perhaps.

Sometimes I wish I had the power to revisit that moment.

But I don’t.

Then I realized I am not the same as I was that day. I had changed.  I am not who I used to be. And while that summer day has faded into memory, I have the power to shape our future interactions.

Carpe Diem,

Jack

At its Core, that is the Purpose of Life; to be Kind

(part 4) Goldie’s human extended her hand.  Therein was a small doggie treat.  Our eyes, not quite level, met. There was an energy flowing in the air between us. An entire conversation silently played out.

‘Please, I would like a treat,’ my body language suggested. I do not know where these words, silent thought they were, came from.  Rarely did I pause in my exploration of the wooded park to interact with humans.  And I was generally not motivated by the promise of food.  Nor was I the type of dog to scarf down any treat for the sake of it.  I had refined tastes and was not too proud to admit it.

“Jackie Jack. You can have a treat any time,’ she answered my silent entreaty with a silent response of her own, holding out a small doggie treat for my approval.

I leaned into smell the milk bone.

A tidbit offered in the name of kindness. Because at its core, that is the purpose of life; to be kind and generous.  And Goldie’s human is exactly that.

Love,

Jack

Within That Single Word Lie All Life’s Possibilities

(part 3) I could feel the heat radiating off the sun-drenched tar.  Behind me poised tall trees, providing a bit of relief from the intense summer sun.

And there in front of me stood Goldie’s human.  Her hair tied back underneath her green cap. Her eyes sparkled bluish grey; the color of a deep blue ocean infused with the reflection of cloudy skies.

Somewhere running in the tall grass was Goldie.  But I did not look that way. I saw only Goldie’s human and her ‘got teacher?’ tee.

In one hand, she held a clear plastic bag.  If I squinted and tilted my head at just the right angle, I could make out what looked like doggie treats in the bag.

Maybe.

Maybe.  A single word that describes life’s uncertainties.  And within that single ambiguous word, lie all the possibilities.

And if I was remembering correctly, Goldie’s human, more often than not, carried a good supply of treats for Goldie. I shifted my weight so I was sitting like I had been trained to do in preparation for a treat. I could have sworn my anticipatory action brought the beginnings of a smile to her face.

Hmmmmm…

Maybe, if I played this right, I could score one of those treats.

Maybe.

Until next time,

Jack

I Had Yet To Learn How To Love All My Parts

(part 2) Goldie’s human paused and regarded me for a moment with a hint of a smile. I turned to face her, tamping down my natural inclination to run the trails.

I noticed that though the brim of her cap shaded her eyes from the bright afternoon light, it couldn’t hide her innate warmhearted self.

There was purpose in her manner, that was for sure; although why she stopped escaped me. I waited a long minute in anticipation; a bit impatient. I hoped that I might get a glimpse of why she halted on the trail.

‘Jack,’ she said finally, her voice full of affection, ‘you are indeed a fluff butt.’

Slowly, as if I had any hope of stopping it, I felt the discomfort at my tail being the center of conversation. I had yet to grow accustomed to comments about my poofy tail. I was embarrassed.  I didn’t have to be, but I was.  And I didn’t know to be otherwise.

At 5, I had yet to learn how to love all my parts. In that moment, tired of the constant shame that accompanied talk of my tail, I vowed to try.

For Goldie’s human had made the comment with all the affection friends share with one another.  Her words were not meant as invective, but rather affectionate ribbing.

She was my friend and I did adore her, like all the others who basked in the glow of her easy camaraderie.

Carpe Diem,

Jack

 

Easing the Passage of Time

(part 1) It was the dog days of summer. And we were happy to be outside walking after the summer rain; the heat of the sun beating down on the tarred path.

We had spent most of the afternoon walking alongside Goldie’s human. We were content listening to her entertain us with stories about the life of a human, glad to be laughing again, despite the oppressive humidity.

Every so often I glanced up at her.  This time our eyes met. She smiled as she finished her narrative. Her eyes lit up with mischief and her laughter echoed through the tress.

It was then I realized how the presence of a friend eases the passage of time.

And I knew I wasn’t the only one who looked forward to hitting the trail with Goldie’s human.

Carpe Diem,

Jack

Life has a Rhythm; Relationships Have a Tempo

During the summer of my 4th year, I met a baby human.

“Junie, this is Jack.” The bearded man introduced us as he propped his child on his knee, granting her greater access to view the world around her.   I watched cautiously. I balanced one paw on his ankle, not sure if this was the best of ideas.

I could feel the baby staring intently at me.  Curious.  And a bit aloof. Maybe she hadn’t had much interaction with canines. Surely, I wasn’t intimidating.  I was little myself.

And I can’t say the introduction was easy for me either. She was the smallest human I had ever encountered, by far.  With her little baby fingers and little baby toes.  And those chubby chubby cheeks.

I looked away, hoping to escape Junie’s intent gaze. Was she going to cry?  Was she about to flail her arms?

Did I take this chance and make my getaway? Or did I give this awkward meeting more than 30 seconds?

I was apparent, to me at least, neither of us was all that thrilled about the other.

I wondered how I could bridge this gap.

And did I even want to.

Suddenly;y, I felt a reassuring hand on gentle words.  I could hear understanding in his tone. And I knew that he knew.

Life has a rhythm. Relationships have a tempo. And the ease of friendship takes time.

Caio,

Jack

 

 

Only Two Came Back

4 dogs head out for a game of double fetch

Four dogs sauntered to the backyard for a game of double-ball birthday fetch.  Only two came back with the prize.

Can you guess which two?

Yep, me and my buddy Hank.

Cheers,

Jack

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