this is the rhythm of the night
why thank-you !
This weekend was full of emotion, and not the kind you find in a DVD.
When I was eight I found a pup running a muck in the local park … when I say running a muck I mean just that, running around in the dirt like the Tasmanian devil.
He ended up running right up to me as I starred in awe at such an animal who enjoyed running in circles - I didn’t want to pet him - mum taught me better than to play with such dirty things - but I did anyway, and he ended up jumping all over me and licking my face …
That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship - I ended up taking him home, carrying him up what at the time, was the largest hill of a road to exist, and placed him on my doorstep and rang the bell.
My mum’s face was nun-to-amused, but she did hear me out the whole way through my banter of “I need a dog”.
We were not able to keep him, instead my mum said “what if some little girl is looking for him …”
I found some old yellow rope in the garage, the kind you tie tarp up with, and used that as a make-shift leash and walked him around our sub-division asking people if this pup looked familiar. Unfortunately for my eight-year-old self he did, and people pointed me in the direction of the place the pup called home. When we got there, the woman didn’t even recognize the pup - she said hers was downstairs - until she checked and he wasn’t … she grabbed the rope and dragged him inside … his resistance to the woman was obvious … but I was eight and helpless to stand up for him.
The last thing I asked was his name, to which she looked at me and said “Pepper” and shut the door …
The short walk home ended up being forever long, I remember feeling so upset with myself, and mad at my mum for not letting me keep him when I knew, even then, he was better off with me.
I decided days past that I would visit Pepper, I didn’t see the harm in trying, so I knocked on their door and asked to play with him … I did this for a month or so.
When we got back from the cottage one weekend a friend of mine told me the woman was getting rid of Pepper, (this was my chance - )
I begged my mum, and she willingly accepted all my reasonings, and $100 later, I had a red leash, a bowl, and a new puppy named Pepper.
I don’t remember that walk home … I just remember the feeling inside - and I was the happiest little girl!
Thirteen years have come and gone, Pep was there for me for everything - I went through a lot of stuff over the years and although he could never give me advice, he listened better than anyone I know.
This past weekend we decided Pepper would be better off in Heaven, he was sore and achey from his arthritis, and all around disoriented. Just like when I rescued him when I was eight, I knew I had to rescue him from this pain.
I love && miss you roo [his nick-name*]
