I talk to my dogs. From what I’ve seen, most people talk to their dogs. This is because we spend lots of time with our dogs and they make good confidants. They listen well and don’t say much. They are never judgmental.
Above is a photo of Rucker taken right after I told him I was going to St Simons for a week and he had to stay at Potlatch. Looking dejected, I reminded him that he is “perro non grata” at Betty’s ever since he chewed her palm tree, knocked over three cans of paint on the back porch and traipsed the colors through the living room.
While this talk with Rucker was provoked by the moment, most of my my conversations with him and Shelby are more substantive, usually focusing on the big issues of the day such as climate change, the lunacy surrounding the ongoing pandemic or venting myself about topics I can’t write about in these blogs. It helps to have someone to talk to about things. Dogs just seem to have an innate wisdom that is comforting. They love routine and if they have something to eat, a warm dry place to sleep and the freedom to be dogs they are always happy. For me this attitude is reassuring and makes me wonder why we don’t take our cues from dogs more often.
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It goes without saying that Rucker gets the short end of the stick. Certainly the long ago debacle on his part could be overlooked right????? Speaking on behalf of Rucker – Dad please give me another chance!!!!
Thanks Bonnie, you are working on the wrong person. This would be better directed at the Rucker-Mother!