windthread

before i got here,  Jenny had gotten a 12×12 chain link kennel….6ft tall….so i could  use it for Tay.  I never could bring Self to do that and so we fell into that thing of her not being able to be LEFT.   which meant in hot months,  i had to go and return from Anywhere by 10:00 am  or so when temp would begin to exceed 75.   Even with the windows opened for a dogs head out, Californians are known to break windows.    This was not Good but was the reality i'd created.

.so,  yesterday,  we spruced up the area and put a shade cloth roof and this morning i  put a bowl of water and that other hard rubber ball,   Her,   and said    I'll be back.  Walking away i said Metta.     Down at the big gate,  leaving, i heard one Bark.   the only one since she's been here.  More Metta.   2 hours later,  i returned with a new tennis ball from Pet Co,  a collar tag with her name and phone number.  in case.   groceries,  dog food from the feed store,    corn from the roadside stand.

While i unloaded stuff,   she hopped in….stayed there,   to clearly express her preference but was….fine.   Why was that so hard for     me????????????   

Later,  i woke from my Swing Nap like this.   Her same Self,  same plain Hopefulness,   her Trust.  We are OK.   All is Well.  and soon,   she CAN go.   We can go check the  Walnuts on that road to Gridley.