I had a twisted day yesterday. It was just overall weird and ended in near tragedy. I am still recovering, mentally and physically, but it may take a day or two.
The short of it is three of the dogs were out with Lorna and two headed off. One came back but the missing one was Joella. The idea of her being taken or worse, hit by a car, was just too much for me. Jo is with me nearly 24hrs a day. Losing her…well, let’s not go there.
She came home about 2hrs or so later. She was wet from the chest down and covered in thorns. We’ve realized that if she wasn’t taken, then she chose to ignore our calling and driving around and around. That hurts almost as much. I knew it was a problem she had but this… There is the possibility she was lost or tangled up somewhere, given the amount of thorns we pulled off her.
So anyway, I am still raw from the idea she was gone. No writing from me until I feel more creative.
I had a Golder Retriever that disappeared for a couple of days several years ago. Finally found, miles from home, running with a pack of others. He was all cut (barbwire or fighting), wet, muddy, exhausted, and gladly came when I called his name. Thank God! Scary! Glad Joella came back. Probably just needed some exercise and adventure…
Oh, and what I came here to say was that it’ll pass quickly and you’ll be ready to write and roll – that’s kinda like rock and roll, only different…