When I lived in Tulsa, Around the age of seven, there was a summer that I spent a great deal of time with a neighborhood dog. I didn't know at first that the dog belonged to a girl who lived in another building in the same apartment complex, but the girl, whose name I don't remember, called the dog "J.C.", or so I thought. (I found out later it was "Jeezey" and I remember thinking "What kind of a name is that?" but hen again, what kind of a name is "J.C."?)
I somehow befriended this dog, and she was a very nice dog. We ended up hanging around together. It got to be a routine- in the morning, she'd be sitting on the grass looking up at my balcony, and I'd climb off the balcony onto the ground-barefoot, of course-and we'd spend the day together.
We'd go walking down the dirt path between the trees that the neighborhood children thought of as a forest of sorts, and while she sniffed and walked around, I would look for pollywogs, little toads, bugs, and interesting sticks, or wood and staples left from the nearby construction site. When the day got too hot, we'd go into the concrete-floored storage building, which didn't have doors and was cold because of the concrete and lack of windows.
At the end of the day, she'd walk with me to my building and I'd go inside. Then I'd go out onto the balcony and I'd tell her goodnight and she'd go home. The next day, she'd be back in the grass under the balcony ready to greet me and the day ahead.
I think of us now as a "pack of two". Two misfits just spending time together. That was one of the best summers ever.
New registers. One video watching to serve as "training". First time on new registers. Seven hour day tomorrow. AAAAAAAaAAAAaaAAAKKKkkk!
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