Samson

The tip, just the tip, of a wet, black, dog nose. A snout peeks through, golden and whiskery.

Then all of a sudden, head-body-tail-legs EXCITEMENT comes barreling out to greet me. I reach out a hand to stroke his thick, golden ruff, but there is my dog, jumping-leaping-bounding flying, so overcome with excitement he can barely contain it. He leaps, from four legs to two, two to four, four-two-four-two-four. He turns away from me for just a second, snatching a toy and then crouching down, tail wagging furiously, looking at me in that I-want-to-play sort of look.

“Samson, give,” I say, “Give and I’ll throw it!”. He reluctantly drops the squeaky toy and I toss it far into the next room.

Samson skitters, falling into a playful gallop that I can only describe as a romp. He soars through the air, almost catlike in his pouncing. He slips and skids, crashing into a table but thankfully not breaking anything. I can hear the squeaks of the toy fox as he rambunctiously chomps it. I call to him to distract him from the toy. “Samper! Hey Samper!” He looks at me, the toy dropping from his mouth. I grab it, and Samson springs up, dancing around me. I fling the toy again, and the romp continues. He dashes across the house, but is unable to stop before bashing into my leg. “Oh, Samson. What am I going to do with you?”

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Quick Sketch

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This is a very quickly done drawing of my dog Samson. I drew it on notebook paper in pencil, and used a scanner app on my iPad to scan it in.

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Rain

The dog pressed to my side, damp and unsettled. The rain lightly iced his golden fur. He snorts, and I think of the smell of trees wet with drops, of overflowing pools, of nights of thunder and howling wind. He isn’t happy but still likes to watch the rain pour off the roof while standing on the porch. I think that rain brings back memories, falling into my thoughts like drops from a grey cloud. And as the thunder growls outside, I feel lonely even with my dog held close. There will be sleepy nights and dark days, wandering thoughts and endless noise from drops hitting the roof. It’s the kind of day I could watch go by, just me and my thoughts. But I’m not alone today.

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