Apologies in advance for the horrible pun; I hate sports, but the sentiment seemed apropos.
This is a weird time of year. Everything should be coming back to life, but the live oak is shedding all its dead leaves in copious waves of falling brown sheets. It’s a losing battle. Even the gnome is resigned.
I worked in the yard today, in the rain. It was all by rote – muscle memory. I had to get the sprinkler heads flagged before the aerator comes. There is no longer any joy, though; it’s just the same. But in the yard, as with life these days, there are the occasional bright spots – a newness I’ve been looking for. So like the rose and the iris in the garden, I cherish the newly discovered and shared Syrah; the vibrant conversation; and the best sauerkraut and sausage I’ve ever had.
I’ve been following the story of Molly, who was rescued by the South Texas Aussie Rescue (STAR). Molly had been left outside by her former owners for god knows how long. When she was saved by STAR, her hair was so matted, she had to be shaved. She had been so neglected, she’d developed heartworms. And the only reason her former owners had essentially dumped her was because she had a small problem with incontinence which has been completely fixed by a small daily pill.
Miraculously, Molly survived the heartworm treatment and is on her way to a full recovery. Last week, Molly was adopted from STAR and is living with a family that will make sure she has the best life possible. So bravo, Molly and her family! And to her former owner, there’s a special place waiting for you in hell, buddy.
This is my friend, Willow. I’ve posted about her before. She’s my drinking buddy at the Draught House.
I stayed with her on Halloween while her human companion, my friend Jason, was out of town for a hearing. We had a great time handing out candy to the little kids and then just chilling to some Debussy.
I love watching her when her Pop is out of town with a trial or hearing. We had a great time at Town Lake in July. It was hotter’n hell, but she was a super trooper.
Sometimes on Friday evenings, after particularly long weeks, Willow, Jason, and I hang out on his back porch with some great fortifying wine and bemoan how bad our jobs are sometimes. Willow gets tons of scratches, and the week seems to end on a high note.
Willow is a great car dog. Her grandfolks live in Houston and sometimes she travels with them for visits.
We found out last week that she is very sick. I’m heart-broken; my friend Jason is bereft. We’re going to make her remaining days comfortable and happy. A sweet, sweet soul.