The Call of the Wild
Let's set the scene:
Soulful jazz is wafting through the house, accompanied by the aroma of some soulful cooking.
Richard in the kitchen (natch), Robin in the living room pretending to understand the new cable tv system (she hasn't read the manual, natch), and Bryn the dog is settling down with a rawhide chew (oh the joy).
The tv tunes into one of the three local pbs stations, five minutes before "Masterpiece Theatre" is to start. It is the end of a National Geographic special called "Christmas in Yosemite," and wolves are howling because their baby has been found, alive but hurt.
Suddenly, Bryn drops the rawhide and stares at the TV. This is new behavior. As the howls continue, her head tips to one side and she rises to a half-crouch. She takes two slow steps toward the screen, watching as a wolf family reunites. Bryn crouches transfixed, until the scene shifts. As the howls fade and snow becomes the visual focus, she loses a little interest. Finding her chew again, she settles closer to the TV, and when the howling starts again, she's there.
I can't wait to take her camping.
posted by Woman In Love @ 12:58 PM
1 Comments:
oh, and I'm glad you use the word "natch." I used that word recently, in a blog post, I think, and joshua had no idea what it meant. kind of like when i once used the word "razed," as in, "I think they razed the 59 Diner to expand I-10" and he had no idea what i was talking about. I hate having to define words. argh.
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