I find myself feeling as if I need a little Black Dog inspiration. Just as I thought that the pandemic-induced isolation for my father was going to ease, the evolving virus variants threaten the efficacy of the vaccine that he recently received. My spirits are low.
When I got the blues while our Black Dog was alive, I would find a few minutes to sit outside with him - cracking jokes, petting him, and smiling - to beat the blues. This photo was from one of those moments.
I had a nightmare about our Black Dog this week. He jumped in the water and dropped like a stone. I jumped in after him and pulled him up very quickly, but he was gone. When I couldn't shake the dream, the Runner had to remind me that, although R left us unexpectedly, we kept him safe from drowning even when he was blind and had laryngeal paralysis. He wore a flotation donut around his neck.
When I first saw the flotation donut, I thought that R would never relax enough while wearing it to have fun retrieving in the water. I was proven wrong within about 30 seconds of R starting to wear it.
He had a summer of wonderful water play thanks to that donut. Now, it is sitting in our basement, and it makes me smile whenever I glimpse it. Wonderful memories of an irrepressibly happy dog.
Just writing this and looking at the photos has made me smile. Thank you, Black Dog. Your spirit lives on.
Happy Black Dog Sunday.