Charlie is a cross between a beagle and a border collie. He has the dark eyes of a beagle, looking very much like Rudolph Valentino. We almost named him Valentino, because we carried him to the Humane Society for the mandatory one week, and then adopted him on Valentine’s day.
But he’s a rugged young fellow, and ‘Charlie’ sounded more down to earth. Not that he stays down to earth. He runs like the wind. When she takes him to the dog park, he leaps the fence like it was nothing, and runs far, far to the east, in and out of the bushes, and then far, far to the west. Now you see him. Now you don’t.
Other dog-park visitors call out, “Look! He’s over there!” and point. And then they cry, “And look! Now he’s way over there!”
Adrienne just smiles.
And, so far, he always comes back.
It’s wonderful to watch him run. He flashes across the field, hardly seeming to touch the ground.
How wonderful to be an animal. He helps me to remember.