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Olivia~Day Four
Today is walk day. Not just in the yard, but a big walk around the block, maybe farther, maybe down the the beach at the river.
I tied a fresh sky-blue bow in her hair, and I painted the tips of her toenails Ecotopia blue. Well, it’s a sensational midnight blue that changes to dynasty purple in the right light and it has bits of green glitter in it!
I have Pearl on one leash and Olivia on another. We are off.
Pearl is a bouncy dude. He is handsome and confident. Olivia is merely trying to get through this.
Within minutes they are all tangled up. I am trying to detangle them when some jerk in a red car comes up behind us and honks, “Nice ass.”
I am so not about men at this moment. “Jerk!”
Olivia diarrheas all over the asphalt.
“Okay dogs. We can do this.” I spent the rest of the walk constantly untangling the leashes trying to keep everyone in some kind of order.
Olivia did get the hang of it. She has no bounce in her step though.
This whole thing reminds me of a story:
When Gauguin returned from Tahiti with his paintings of innocents, he spent most of his remaining funds to hold a show in Paris. The raw. crude paintings were met with disdain. The people who were accustomed to the least dangerous nonprovocative work of Degas, Cézanne, and others could not understand the beauty held in these paintings. They perceived them as ugly.
Two patrons looking at one of Gauguin’s paintings spied Degas standing in the corner. “Miseur Degas” on man said, “I understand you bought one of these.”
”Yes,” answered Degas “the one you are looking at now.”
“But why?” They asked.
“A wolf met up with a dog in the forest. The wolf was starving. The dog said, “If you behave you can come home with me, you get food, and you get shelter.” “That sounds good.” Says the wolf. And off they go toward the town.
As they run the wolf says, “Why is the hair on your neck missing?”
“That is where my collar goes.” The dog answers.
“Why do you need a collar?”
“That’s how they leash me. “ the dog paused, “but don’t worry, sometimes you will get loose and you can run in the forest.”
The wolf stopped running. Still starving and rife with lice, he took off for the forest.
It’s like Olivia behaved until there is almost nothing left of her.
