dominoe

Met an old friend. We chatted about 15 minutes, and I turned around. Met an old friend. We chatted about 15 minutes, and I turned around. She Was GONE.

A Dog Found, Lost, and Found Again

I was in between. Fiercely independent, had money saved up, and some time before I went west. My roommate called. Someone found a runaway dog. Dominoe.

Named her after the damsel in Sharky's Machine.

Malnourished, skittish, afraid of a raised hand.

We walked into the woods, she always following a few yards away, my buddy.

One day we drove farther and walked in the autumn leaves.

I was hours running up and down the trail, crying out her name. I was worthless. I could take care of myself, but no one else, worthless.

Met an old friend. We chatted about 15 minutes, and I turned around.

Darkness. I would camp out, return the next day. I would do that every day unti I found her. Every day.

My awareness became a circle of responsibility of more than just myself.

We drove across the country, we had adventures, to new exciting lands. We were companians. We parted permanently, but I never forgot what I learned that day in the woods.