Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Snow and Stories (from 12/14/2008)

Earlier today, I looked out the window and saw Ruben and his humans playing in the snow. I ran downstairs and got my Crocs, then ran outside. But a time I was there, they were slightly out of sight behind a tree. I ran two more steps, then called Rubén! He looked around looking for me. He. What's more, he knows the great call, the call of his name, the call of welcome. Once he found me, he started jumping up and down until his humans let him loose.. He came sprinting at me through the snow scrabbling around, jumping up on my legs.

I was rubbing him and rubbing his ears, telling them he was a good dog, a wiggly dog claiming him and calling him.

When his humans got here, they said as they always do, boy, he really loves you. They went on to say that as he's gotten older he hasn't liked everyone is met; he's growled of some people, even barked at some people. This amazed me. I looked down he was rolling on my feet, eating snow, writing ice, rubbing his snout against my toes.

Ruben not friendly? This is ridiculous so I said, well, I think he just thinks part of the same pack. They nodded and smiled and agreed, but when I think about it I think I was right. I think he met us as a puppy. I think he meant me in the presence of Oz. Oz never understands that people were dog sometimes aren't pack members, or it already friends, weren't already playmates. Because she assumed this, it often became that way. So Rubin met us when Oz was still wiggly, he was wiggly and when I was giving him the great call: RRRRuben! This meant that we would sometimes make a two dog one-person puppy pile. Everyone wiggling everyone embracing. Because of this even though it's been two months since I've seen Rubin is gotten a lot taller, a lot older -- he's essentially an adult dog now -- were still start part of the same pack.

He doesn't see any reason for separation between us, and neither do I. Today's big news: they said I could borrow crazy boy as they called Ruben..

I asked him three times if they meant it. They said yes.
It's like Christmas.
Greg

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