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2000 miles…

Today we heard wood thrush sing on Thurston Pond Road for the first time.

You and I, Aaron. So what did you think? Perhaps the most lovely of songs, do you agree? Remember what I said back in July when you first arrived? That you would savor the song of wood thrush? I knew you would need a bit of courage. You’d need to gain some confidence before you could take this walk. Whew! We made it ½ mile down Thurston Pond Road, Aaron. That’s a long way for a dog who, 3 weeks ago, refused to walk from the kitchen to the living room on leash. You should be rather proud of yourself. You’ve come a long way. Your confidence is growing.

Charming wood thrush welcomed you as you padded gingerly down that rough gravel road. Did you notice her delicate song? How the forest became your cathedral of peace and serenity as she sang? Just what you needed. She sang you all the way to the little bridge. Urging you on, really. Beckoning you to walk just a wee bit further. Aaron, it won’t be long before wood thrush is on her way to Costa Rica. Wow! Quite self-assured is wood thrush. Bold. Resolute. Full of spunk. Such is her life and her song. Soon to begin a journey to Costa Rica that will span 2000 miles. Sure glad you got right with that leash, Aaron. Last I heard she’s leaving around the first of October.

Speaking of courage, Aaron, there’s something I need share with you. It’s time for you to hear it straight up.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do this foster dog parent business with you. I mean, I pretended I could do it, but really, I wasn’t sure. When we unloaded that crate containing your shivery, smelly body I almost fell apart. No idea generic doxycycline 100mg cost what to expect and very little experience with dogs other than my own wasn’t exactly a winning combination, Aaron. Yet, I’d been searching for something for a long time. Trying to find a new path to travel down. A journey that would include a dog who needed a little help. Just ask Barrie or Sylvia. Or Kathy or John. Or Brad. They heard my lamentations many a time. My plea for direction and discernment for well over a year. I would have traveled 2000 miles to find it, to figure it out. This horrible notion that countless dogs never make it out. Dogs like you.  That so many die needlessly in shelters. Neglect, disillusion, broken hearts. I wanted to get in there and help, if only a little. One dog at a time. Starting with you.

And, I did so, with some weird sort of pseudo-certainty. Patience, time, baby steps forward. Rituals, slow and steady and meaningful…. pulling back, pushing forward. Second guessing. Questioning. Songs of frustration and songs of joy. Often at the same time. Making decisions about the way things are going to go. Ah! This was the missing part, Aaron, the way to help, my way of digging in. You have helped me forge a path. You unknowingly provided the opportunity for my learning and you responded with a host of extraordinary canine qualities. So far, so good. So, who’s the confidence builder here?

We’ve traveled at least 1500 miles together, you and I. We’re getting there. We have about 500 miles to go, I suspect, before we reach Costa Rica. It’s time to think about where you’re going to stay when we get there.

Here’s some silliness. A game with perhaps no point at all. “Who Sits First?” may cause irreparable confusion, even. But it’s great fun on a Friday night at home.