Foxy and I

IMG_0393Every morning Foxy and I get dressed. She watches me put on my shoes. Sometimes I will stop and look at my feet.

She will bump my hand until I continue with the chore. By the time I am ready, she twirls around twice to show her happiness. Her tail starts to wag. We are going for a walk.

After we walk out the front door, I have to tell her to sit because she wants to run to the elevator. She knows that is the way to the outside. I have to tell her to quit pulling so I can lock the door. This little dog with little legs walks faster than I do. She pulls me into a fast walk.

I’ve watched other seniors in my community walk their dogs. It is a slow meandering pace from one patch of grass to another. They keep to the slow pace of their owners. Some of these folks walk with canes and others have the black walkers with wheels. I want one of those when I need support. It gives the senior enough stability that she can walk around the complex by herself.

My dog thinks that to enjoy a walk, we need to walk fast enough that I am just at the point of running. In fact if I didn’t pull just a little I would be running. No wonder I am tired after twenty minutes of this.

Foxy has found friends here. When I first rescued her in 2014, she was not socialized to other dogs. It took a long time before she trusted me and before she listened to me. It took a lot of treats and a lot of discipline.

I am happy that she has found friends. It means she trusts me enough to keep her safe.

When I first got her, she was an accomplished escape artist. Now I can keep the door open and she will sit on my recliner and watch the outside.

Today, I let her run to another Chihuahua mix named Chance. They raced toward each other and played. It was a lot of jumping, sniffing, and running. That little girl is a runner. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her if she ran away, but she comes back.

When I am tired, we power walk back to the apartment. She sniffs for bunnies and I wait for the elevator.

So this is how my morning starts when I am feeling well.

 

Nature and writing inspiration

Somewhere in the north of our small city, a rooster crows long and loud from six ’til nine in the morning. Or maybe he crows longer, but because of the children playing in the field behind the apartment complex next to a small seventh day Adventist elementary school, I just don’t hear him.

It is what happens when you live in a rural city. The trees may have a red-tailed hawk in the tips, looking down at the bread-box, a small field filled with rodents. Or an owl may wake you at three in the morning by hooting in your window.

You may sit at one of the casino windows at breakfast and watch a coyote teach a pup how to cross a four lane highway. That the pup needs to look left, right, and then left before crossing.

We even saw a vulture circling down to a kill, but waved off by a raven, whose eyes were too big for its stomach. Eventually the raven hopped away and a pair of vultures filled their bellies on a small deer.

In the woods around some small cities in Oregon, if you drive at night you should go slow. Small deer the size of a large dog will congregate in the crossroads. They will circle your car if you stop and push their noses into the windows to see if you have anything good to eat. If you get out of your car, they will scatter like little dandelion seeds blown by the wind.

Nothing calms me down more (yea, I seem to have nerves on high alert all the time) than going to the park and watching the red-shafted flickers as they float down to the ground. Don’t notice them or they will fly away. The flickers are very shy.

So if you read my stories and find that I added some of these animals and places in my stories, don’t be surprised. I like nature, as long as I don’t have to live there.

Partly Retired

Circus animals came to this zoo
to spend the rest of their lives
in relative peace

Lions would roar in the dawn –
we could hear them from the house
three miles away

The tiger isolated in a big cage
would watch the children run
and play

The children had no idea
the tiger was dreaming
of fresh blood and running meat

Does it say something of me
as I draw word pictures
that I connect with predators

more than prey?

More poetry at One Stop Poetry.

What inspired me to write this poem: Well, I was in the middle of getting my degree in English Literature, when I found this little zoo for retired circus animals. I used to come there to watch the animals, the kids, and relax. This particular poem was written after a word associated from Writer’s Digest poetry, ummm director?, where he asked us to write a poem with a heading “Partly and then your addition.” Of course I remembered the lions and tigers.