A walk with Muzzy, a dog who is a decent representative of Wasilla

Muzzy knew. I don't know how he knew, but he did. He knew that I was about to take my walk, even though I had not put on my jacket or done anything to signal my intent. His ears were perked; he had that excited look on his face and he was jumping up and down, hammering our bamboo floor with his claws.

I wanted to walk by myself. I walk to let my mind go, to let roam where it will even as I roam where I can reach, to let it play with words. I can not do this when I walk Muzzy. He demands 98.5 percent of my time and concentration, and then causes chaos during the 1.5 percent of my time that I do let my mind wander.

It is okay when Jacob and Lavina are here and I walk with them, because they take the responsibility, but Jacob is in New Mexico and Lavina in Arizona.

This type of thing used to be okay, too, back before Serendipity, before Muzzy, when Willow was the dog of the house. Willow and I would go into the woods and I would just let her go and she could run as she liked, my mind could go where it liked.

But now I cannot go into the woods. I must walk along roads and through subdivisions. Some call this, "improvement," "growth," "progress."

Even so, Muzzy needed to walk, so I took him.

"Muzzy! Muzzy!" I would keep saying and he was doing okay, until I saw this girl, walking her dog from Lower into Upper Serendipity.

Fortunately, I saw her before Muzzy did, and so I got a good solid grip on his collar.

He pulled and he jerked and he whined and he tugged against my arm. I thought about the screws that bind the artifical socket that my titanium humerus fits into to my bones and wondered how much of this kind of thing it could take before those screws popped out.

But I kept him restrained. He didn't like it, because he wanted to play with that dog, but he knew that I meant it.

Finally, the girl and her dog were safely out of sight. Next, I came upon Becky and her mother. Becky was thrilled to see Muzzy. "He's so sweet!" she said. "So beautiful."

This kind of thing happens often with Muzzy.

And he is all of those things. True, he's not a cat, but he is a pretty good fellow and if I did not have an artifical shoulder and they had never built Serendipity, I would not mind taking him out at all. I would enjoy it.

Becky's mother commented that she had a friend who has a collie that looks just like Lassie. "She's bigger than Muzzy," she said.

I wonder about that. Maybe she looks taller, because she's probably skinnier.

I bet Muzzy would weigh more, if you put the two on a scale.

I'm more than a bit disgusted with what is going on news-wise right now, emanating ultimately from our small town.

Muzzy could represent Wasilla better than these folks.

Comments

[JfH]

Family is family, Muz is absolutely no less, so while i know he can be challenging its good to know he got to explore the "HOOD". Muz deserves no less!!!!!
If onlyI learned so much wiht Sherbert & Scout
Nope
Fuz Buddy gots it good....................
Better than most, but in reallity he brought 2 people together and helped create 3
Yes
He deserves a pat on the head & then sum......