An excerpt from the book “Pack of Two” by Caroline Knapp ( June 1999) was the homework for discussion a few months ago at the weekly gathering of writer’s that I hangout with. I didn’t care for it. It is a story about humans and dogs, so that was a bit of a surprise. After a few weeks I decided that I should read the book, give it an honest chance and if nothing else figure out why it didn’t appeal to me. As I began reading it, I started liking it a little better and then later not so much. At times this book feels like it was a project, get a dog and write about the experiences. She constantly delves into why people love dogs by quoting many studies and other books, so plenty of research had be done. Discussion’s with many other dog people and their experiences fill about another third. Perhaps a book full of trying to understand the bond with people and dogs is too much, maybe it is as simple we trust the love of a dog because we know they won’t drop it and walk away. Could it be that learning to write Memoir has (finally) made me want to see more scenes and less telling? Am I too independent to be concerned with the opinions of other’s as to why I love my dog? Despite not really liking the book – I read it anyway (a first).
Will this experience make me a better writer – time will tell.
Mechanical grinding opens the garage. A chain driven start – always the same opening for what the day has to offer.
Cool grey, warm light, biting dark, wet air, wind? All possible varieties of a new day experience.
The wonder of a dog as the door rises… leads this human spirit down the path.
How do they steal hearts?
Miniature versions of promise,
rapid growth and gradual change.
Soft souls wrapped in warm fur,
kind spirits oozing through soft eyes.
Overflowing with delight,
playful creatures learning and teaching.
Twitching whiskers move wild tails,
quiet walks find peaceful sleep.
When the thievery stops,
a piece of heart dies.
Seeing them standing under their umbrella as we walked by; feeling the rain made me wonder if they knew what they were missing…
Mist in their hair, drops hitting their faces, fresh water running down their necks – No they missed all of this.
The Magic of Rain isn’t for everyone rinsed through my mind every time I said, “Come on, let’s go get wet” as we headed out the garage door to walk in our weather.