Volcanic walls hedge the black-silver sand all
the way to the sea’s edge. Waves clap the shore,
misty clouds rising to an undefined horizon.
The tide pushes cool water back up the small
creeks where preening birds ignore the off-beat
rhythm of paws pounding sand. Dogs own this
damp land of sticks and seaweed. Galloping with
soggy exuberance, they greet each other,
bodies eloquent with tail swagger and head angle.
A stiff-legged terrier trots to a diverse trio of
amiable mutts. The chocolate lab climbs out of
a pool, shakes, and pushes his head into a
stranger’s hand. A senior with spots wears his ears
like a button-down collar. As I turn back toward
the car lot, her memory catches pace with me, then
dashes out ahead. Indelible, my black-silver girl.
Absolutely amazing, I loved it
Thank you.
Absolutely amazing, I loved it
This paying attention, noticing and being in the moment truly enriches our lives. Beautiful Anna. Thank you Anna.
I agree about that. Animals live in the moment, with the use of their senses and the more I do it, the better I feel. Thanks, Judy.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Caren.
Beautiful.
Her name was Endless, she was a Cavalier, I haven’t stopped missing her a day since her death 12 years ago. She would have loved that beach too.
We’re the lucky ones… thanks, Mrs. Shoes
So wonderfully descriptive. You placed me right on that beach, watching the dogs and thinking how much our three would enjoy time there. I love your analogy: “A senior with spots wears his ears like a button-down collar”. You have a special way of pulling us all in with your words.
Thanks, Jean. Your dogs would have been welcome
Could listen (read) you for hours. Love it 🙂
Thanks, Sally. It was good to meet you in Auckland.
Bittersweet indeed. Your girl and mine came back for a few moments in your words. My Katira was taken by a hyena last year – perils of working and living in the wilds. Thirteen joyful, adventurous years, as good as any dog’s life could be. And her death was so quick, she did not even call out. Spared the indignity of frail old age, or so I comfort myself. Thank you Anna
Spared the indignities that my girl was not… so I think it isn’t the worst thing to have a long life and go by nature. Sorry for your loss, Maggie, but happy for your years together.
Awww what a fabulous picture this conjures up!! (and teary eyes). As they say ‘Thanks for the memories ‘ Anna x
Kind of what I thought, too. Always nice to be reminded. Thanks, Frances,
Awww what a fabulous picture this conjures up!! (and teary eyes). As they say ‘Thanks for the memories ‘ Anna x