Tale of the dog


When I went to pick Romeo up from where he stayed while I was away, I was greeted with: “Oh, hi Mom. Nice to see you. But I love Bob!” And into Bob’s lap he went with hugs and kisses. “You leave me, I’ll show you,” he seemed to say. I’m really glad he had a good time. It makes it easier for both of us. And after just a few hours together he was close with me again.

Then Romeo had to claim his territory here at home. Right away he needed to take his stuffies out for some fresh air. He almost always has to have a stuffed toy in his mouth when he goes out the door. He has his favorites, will look around for just the right one to take out with him. The first day home he went out with one toy, would leave it there, come back, get another, take it out, leave it there, and come back for another. All the while with a big smile and wagging tail.

Usually, before bed, I go out with Romeo and gather up his toys that have wandered out the door. The first evening, to make his point more emphatically, he grabbed his Teddy from my hands and ran off into the woods. And left him there for the night. But I still can’t find him. I suppose the bear wants to hide in the woods until the snow melts.

It really is nice to be home!

About leyaevelyn

About thirty years ago, I moved from New York City to rural Nova Scotia. For an artist, it is a good place to live. Spacious and quiet. Despite the beautiful scenery and frequently grey skies, my abstract paintings focus on color, its expressive qualities and how it creates form and space.
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