It's nice that Logan is beginning to bond with the rest of his pack. His habit of waking at 4 in the morning and wanting some company is taking some getting used to. Even on Saturdays! You would think he would give some deference for the human's day off from work.
But, no, there we were this morning. Kooper, Logan and me (and the birds, who are up and singing at that hour, too). Strolling through the neighborhood. Kooper and I stroll. Logan sniffs in a jagged, frenzied, zig-zag pattern. Like he's doing a serpentine maneuver on a battlefield, trying to avoid the bullets of an enemy sniper. He snuzzles along with his nose firmly to the ground. Looking up only every once in awhile to see where his companions are.
Kate and I walked downtown alone (just the two of us) last night to the local movie house to see Angels and Demons. I had seen at least one good review so was willing to give it a chance. It was pretty flat. No good story line really. Nothing that touched the soul. I guess it was more like the author's books. Short chapters. Giving you a bite of something maybe good - maybe not. Enough to get you to want to turn the page to the next chapter. Only to find the menu to be maybe good-maybe not once more. Then . . . it was over. Left me hungry for a real story.
So we walked home. To two happy, tail-wagging dogs. And we strolled and snuzzled our way around the neighborhood. That's a good story that satisfies most any hunger.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.