March 2004 Archives

My Good Dog

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So, today I got up and got ready to go to work. Since Ashley has school later, I didn't need to wait for her, and headd out through the kitchen to take my dog, Pumpkin, out to do his filthy business. Going through the kitchen I glance out the window only to have my heart jar to a stop, since there is a giant flesh-eating mule deer right outside the window. Looking farther into the yard, I saw four more deer lurking in the yard.

After I recovered, I started to worry about taking Pumpkin out, since he can easily run from the sideyard into the back where the deer are. Unfortunately he obviously really needed to go out.

He also didn't seem very interested in the deer outside the window, he looked out at them, but he wasn't going crazy or anything.

So I went ahead and took him out, holding onto him tightly. After he got out there, he glanced over at the deer, I let go of him, and went about his business. The deer looked nervously over at him, he glanced once or twice more at them and then padded back into the house without another glance at the deer.

What a good dog!

Of course, a little while later the deer wandered from the backyard into the front yard and he went crazy and started barking at them like mad.

Morbid, Morbid, Morbid

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I don't know if it's because I am getting older, or what, but I find myself increasingly obsessed with mortality. Not my own, mind you, I am never going to die, but that of those around me.

In particular, that of my wife. If she's late home from somewhere, it's snowing, and she does not have her phone with her, I spend every moment worrying that she has been in an accident, and is now dead.

When I have nothing else on my mind, rather than running "Peter's Theme" from Peter and the Wolf over and over in my head, as I normally would, I will find myself thinking about how horrible it would be to lose her.

I really have no idea what has brought this on. I mean, it's not as if she's in any more danger than she was last year when she leaves the house. It's also not as if it would have been less horrible to lose her last year.

I'm just thinking about it more, and about how much she means to me.

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