As a dog I puzzle over the change in humans during the deep winter. They become stressed and irritable but there is often a transformation that is beautiful. I can smell it and see it but I do not experience it. Does not experiencing this magic mean I am not truly compatible with my humans?
last night I got up to drink but the bowl upstairs was dry so I went downstairs to the kitchen bowl. The room was clean and empty of its usual clutter and there was a kind of openness that was alluring. I stayed for a while lost in my thoughts and sat still until sleepiness began to overtake me.
As I started towards the door, I saw a small bit of glitter on the floor and nosed at it. It smelled like snow and herbs but it did not melt or have taste. Then there was another one and another; I couldn’t help walking around trying to lick at them. I noticed the room was gradually changing colour. There was a pinkish rainbow hue in the air and a beam of light shining down over me. Normally I would bark in a situation like this, but I could not. Well, I did not want to, it’s very difficult to explain the feeling but when I looked up what I saw was wonderful.
There in the highest North of Norths sat the Mother Bear. She was peaceful and watchful. I knew she was watching me and I realized there was meaning with my life, something special, something calm that would never end.
“Merry Solitude to all creatures”
was her silent but beautiful song. Finally I have had my Christmas Vision. I don’t know if I now feel fully human or less human than before. Back upstairs I climbed under the covers and curled up between dogs, cat and humans and as I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt the magic.
I got sick in the night. Sandra came running after me and examined me thoroughly. She hugged me and gazed into my eyes, then told me to go to bed. I thought since I was sick that the yearly dress up for Lucia would be cancelled in the morning. But I was apparently deemed well enough. On top of it all Gracie was voted as most appropriate for being Lucia. She has light fur, was the reasoning. But I read stuff and I know that human children can be Lucia if they have black hair or even if they are boys. So why are we kept in the stone age? I told Cooper about it and he also became disgruntled. My only solace is the fact that we look grumpy on the photo. Gracie is happy. I guess she deserves some happiness.
If you are wondering what Lucia is, its no big deal. Its kind of a light please come and save me from the darkness kind of a thing the Swedish humans do. You can Google it if you are interested in the madness. Oh alright, here is a link. Lucia for Dummies
If I were going to have a tradition I think something to do with throwing the ball would be perhaps appropriate.
I know I should not be jealous, but I am. She is clearly finding pleasure at the computer, laughing, typing and saying,
‘Oh isn’t she cute.’ ‘Oh I love her!’
Oh, the agony is more like it. So I snuck up on the chair behind her. I laid there looking up at the screen and-
What I found out will blow you away.
The dog she has fallen in love with is the virtual me. I thought this job would deepen her love for the real me.
Parturient montes, nascetur riduculus mus!
Mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be born. So much work and the result is ridiculous
A natural phenomenon of epic proportions visited our skies today as a bright light streaked across the Southern horizon. It was so blinding I couldn’t make any sense of what it was.
I saw Cooper crouching outside the window and began barking to get his attention. Poor thing just sat there looking up at the dazzle. The hair on my neck was standing straight up all the way down my tail as I rushed out to get a better look.
“Did you see that Cooper?” I asked.
“Yeah, rotten what a long time since it shone ‘round here.” He said and licked his paw.
I squinted against the sky; there sitting on the edge of the world was a sparkling winter sun.
“He’s taking his time ain’t he,” Cooper remarked.
The sun had paused. Afraid to take the plunge into the black universe it hesitated in a quivering haze. I had to do something so I barked and the sun seemed to respond slipping over the edge.
As the sun began to sink out of sight I looked at Cooper expecting some serious respect.
“It wasn’t you done that.” he said and walked away twitching his tail.
But it was.
We knew something was up when Sandra kept pushing the snooze button over and over. And then there was all the crazy dashing about with the vacuum, not to mention that she did not give us breakfast. So Gracie and I took our places on the landing and watched out the window for about an hour; then it happened.
A car pulled up outside and people toppled out talking and laughing as they hurried to our door.
They were going to have a meeting. OK, I thought, I can do that. We sat at the table with binders, paper and pens. Everyone seemed to be looking at and talking to the one called David, I’m guessing he might have been the pack leader. He had dark eyes like me and was quite relaxed. The tall man had blue eyes bent over the table and moved a pen back and forth over his paper as though he was telling the paper something important. The woman was full of happy talking and moved a lot, I’d say if she would have had a tail, it would have been held high and wagging. She noticed me. Infact she seemed to notice everything that was going on in the room, whereas the men mostly noticed one another.
The tall man reminded me of someone I like, someone who is very good at throwing balls. I tried to speak to him about this. He just returned a blank look. The man with the dark eyes seemed to like me. His eyes met mine and he let them linger. I tried to persuade him to leave the meeting and join me in the yard. He turned away so I’m guessing he wasn’t really thinking about what I was trying to say. I went to the woman, and she held me. She was friendly and full of energy- she pet me as though she knew me… but I was not getting any vibes that she was listening to me per se.
I finished Sandra’s coffee for her and tried to analyze them one by one across the table. I came to the conclusion that none of these meeting – goers were interested in ball sports
Instead of waking up excited about meeting new dogs, all I could think about was the blue sweater and the purple cape they had on. I hate sweaters and capes. If Sandra got a look at dogs in jackets I’d be in for another winter of
“Try this on Ebba.”
Then Andreas would be all,
“Gads! Look at the price on that!”
Who says I love coffee? I know it looks bad as I stand over Sandra’s cup gulping it down but I think the point is being missed.
When I’m done eating I go get her so we can play ball. And always, she says,
“Just a minute Ebba, I have to drink my coffee.’
She can sit there forever sipping at it. So I ask you, why do you think I’m drinking it? 🙂