Saturday, August 30, 2025, 60*, 95% RH, 0739
Zsolt, bless him, knows just where everything should be. At the bottom of the ramp when he could see the truck parked in a different position, he barked. Zayne ran up the ramp, got splatted with water I was sweeping.
Last night, a Goldfinch diatribe for over five minutes. Chris wanted to take Zsolt for a walk. As a child he took AJ our Chinook, a sled dog, for a winter walk. AJ outweighed him, liked to run. Chris never let go of the rope and somehow, they both arrived home with no visible blood, just a little scuffed. Zsolt was excited to wear his halter that waited on a hook next to the drying-off towel. I am out of practice handling Zsolt. He wanted to run once I opened the gate. He saw Chris, pulled me behind the car toward the falling-off place. “Zsolt, Chris isn’t going to hurt you.” He didn’t believe me. I handed the leash to Chris; like AJ, the first time a man came near him, he pulled the other way.
In the push and pull of life, we make peace with uncomfortable circumstances.
Photo: LJ Austin
