Time by the hot fire was essential last week as we suffered those dramatic dipping temperatures. We heard it was below 20 degrees in our little hollow. I can believe it. It’s the first time in years that both hummingbird feeders stayed frozen solid well past the time the sun arose.
Sweetie had just read Jack London’s famous short story “To Build A Fire” to me only days previously. It seemed time to re-visit that favorite old tale, of a hapless fellow who makes a series of mistakes that result in disaster while his dog looks on in puzzled wonder. London’s story holds up well.
I’ve probably read that tale 20 times. When I taught sixth grade, it was an exciting part of a curriculum that included both of the dog novels (“White Fang” and “Call of the Wild”), and ended with a trip to the State Park.
If you haven’t tried that story in awhile, it’s time for a revisit.
It’s a compelling tale, expertly told that will make our current low temps seem like summer.
Awaiting right dog
Dogs are great companions and they’ve been on my mind a lot lately. We are currently dogless, but still dog lovers. Someday we’ll remedy that. As Pam Wagner promised me recently, “When the right dog comes along you’ll know it.”
So, while I await that dog, I’ve been open to extended visits from extended family canines and their companions. Late last summer, my little bro Rob and his sweetie took off on a month long backpacking trip through the Sierras. Their Bodhi, a high-energy pup, came to stay with us.
If it weren’t for the local Elizabeth Anne Perrone Dog Park in our Glen Ellen Regional Park, I would never have survived the month of boisterous Bodhi. As it was, I fell in love with him. And the park.
Dog park redux
Bodhi recently returned while his folks “visited.” (If truth be told, I talked my little bro into helping with some heavy-duty yard work.) So, while Rob labored, Bodhi and I checked out the dog park once again.
It was a bit of a thrill to see many of the dogs and their keepers I’d learned to appreciate last summer. At various times we’ve romped and relaxed with Marty and Dusty, Paula and Ruby, Michael and Rastus, Ann and Junebug, Patricia and Gus, Sandy and Ramen, along with a lot of other folks, both canine and human whose names I can barely sort out.
There’s beautiful Stella loved by other dogs, sporty Oliver and Bella, queen of the dog park. Tina and her bounding greyhound, whose name escapes me (but that dog can escape anything and anybody) is one of the beautiful early morning racers.
Last week, not eager to encounter ice in the dog’s bathing pond, I hung around the fire at home until my little bro’s Bodhi wouldn’t wait a minute longer. I didn’t arrive at the dog park until well after the sun was up. SVDog.org