Now that little Lennie has been here for a week, I have a few observations to make.
1. Puppies Are Energetic
This is how I imagine Lennie’s internal monologue.
“Oh, boy, oh, wow, foodfoodfoodfood….where can I pee? foodfoodfoodfoodfood….A BABY! gonna jump on her!….she smells great…poop! Gonna run, gotta run, think I’ll eat this book…foodfoodfoodfoodfoooooood….I’m tired. Sleep.”
Repeat every 25 seconds.
2. A Sleeping Puppy Is As Irresistible As A Sleeping Baby
3. Old Folks Really Benefit From Having Young Folks Around
Today both of my dogs went out the doggie door. Tucker went first, the Wolf King on a stately journey into the back yard to poop. He stepped out carefully, checking his footing on the icy deck.
Lennie went out behind him, leaping through the door in one bound. He jumped down the deck stairs, onto the snowy grass. They both did their business, Tucker with his nose lifted and his eyes closed, considering the meaning of life. Lennie squatted three feet away, grinning up at his big brother, little puffs of frosty air coming from his snout. You could just hear his thoughts.
“This is so cool! Pooping with the Wolf King! Oooh, a bird! I’m done! Now what can we do?”
Usually Tucker makes his way slowly back up the stairs and into the house after depositing his daily doodie. This time, though, I started to hear both dogs barking in the yard. I was inside with Ellie, reading a book. I noticed that the barking had a rhythm to it. One deep “woof” followed by three or four excited “yips.” Over and over again.
I picked up my granddaughter and carried to my bedroom, where we stood looking out the window. And there they were.
The Little Dude was dancing around, chasing his tail, jumping in the air, one ear folded back by the wind he generated as he raced. And the old man, the Wolf King, pretending to be annoyed, but bowing his front legs down to let Lennie nip at his neck. Growling and barking in fake anger, then running, a bit carefully and very stiffly. Chasing Lennie, who shrieked and yipped and ran away while looking over his shoulder the whole time.
The deep rumbling voice of the Wolf King, “I’m coming for you, kid. I’m gonna get you…..”
And Lennie, the baby dude, giggling back, “Nooooo! Don’t catch me!!!”
And it hit me.
It was me and Ellie, played out in the dog world.
She runs, I pretend to chase.
I remember, when I play with her, what it was to jump and twirl and race without aches or pains. I remember being young.
The Wolf King is reliving his youth in the back yard with little Lennie.
I’m reliving mine in the living room with Ellie.
Good for both of us.