I had a damn fine birthday week. Mostly. Apart from getting riled up by Rush, which had my friends asking 'why did you actually listen to him?'. The sad answer is that my car radio is set to a whole bunch of eclectic things and when KFOG or Radio Alice, or the sole country station are running the same ads for mattress stores at the same time, I flick over to AM talk radio for a shock of cold water. And Air America is too earnest for me, so I go straight for the flag flying righteous evangelists of the right for my dose of 'whoa dude' - (and how come the liberal station has more ads for personal injury lawyers than the right wing stations??).
Aside from that, I have had a sweet week. Walks by the creek, birthday cake with friends, movies, dinners, warm weather, an invitation to a 50th birthday celebration in Australia in September, e mails from family, my brother calling me, dogs, cats, riding my bike....wow....and on top of that, some great comments on my blog. Thank you for my birthday wishes, and to those who said my imaginary profile might actually be a turn on!
Yesterday, the pup, Indiana, went into a possible home, with some cool people and a one year old cattle dog called Clancy. But, I have to say - this is a tough one. I miss him already, and even though I always miss the dogs that leave, I think Indy may be one of those I look back on with some regret for letting him go. 
On my birthday, Indiana and my pack (human and animal) headed down to the woods on the San Mateo Peninsula. There was a time I spent almost every weekend there, in the redwoods. It's a beautiful place owned by Susie's Mom (Susie being one of my numerous exes named Susie). My dogs have always loved it there, and 2 are buried there. We headed down to the creek, Indiana taking timid steps over the fallen trunks and rocky splashy water. Roo, my 12 pound mutt, pretended she didn't know how to climb over branches and Indy took this moment to separate the dogs from the wimps. By the time I had walked along the creekside - till property lines intervened - Indiana had become a rugged outdoorsman, sprinting up and down the banks, kicking his heels up in delight as water splashed in his eyes, and keeping up with the big dogs, thundering back towards the house and a wooden deck to crash out on.
On the way home, he was sacked out next to Calvin, Roo, Roxy and Oscar on the back seat, a sort of blissful haze surrounding him. Frank of course, being the irritable border collie he is, lay in the back of the car, a dog gate keeping some distance between his glaring, gnarling self and the rest of his family.
What would it be like not to have this feeling? This sense of being completely at peace with another species? I can't imagine a life without fur.
Jill, I was feeling a bit cranky this morning. But that photo of Indiana has cheered me right up!
Posted by: Deb in Minnesota | July 31, 2007 at 07:08 AM
Happy Belated Jill. Sweet photo of Indiana! Is he still with you?(I'll miss his hurried hellos at the Bulb)
Posted by: Jackie | July 31, 2007 at 12:35 PM