I completely enjoyed working on Gallery 99, but it was nice to be back in my studio today making some night sky potholders for a customer. I was going so well, even when I had enough, I just kept making them, the colors easily finding their place in each design.
I stopped for lunch and was eager to get back to work, but the dogs looked at me longingly and I was coerced into taking them for a walk. We were half way down the path, and I turned to call Lenore who was lagging behind. Then I saw her jump back from something and give a surprised bark. Frieda and Izzy and I walked back and saw a dog curled up on the side of the path. I had walked past him a moment ago and not seen him at all.
A month ago a neighbor came by letting us know that her dogs, a mastiff and a bull dog, had run away together. The dog on the path looked like a mastiff to me and I hoped he wouldn’t take off before I got back. I took our dogs back to the house. Jon wasn’t home, so I got some treats a leash and my cell phone. I ran back down the path and the dog was still there. I assumed he was hurt so I approached him slowly talking quietly and tossing him treats. He gave a little growl then ate a biscuit. I slowly moved closer and offered a treat from my hand which he gently took, then I put the leash on him. I saw that his nose was bloodied and speckled with porcupine quills. When he stood up I saw how skinny he was, his ribs sticking out.
The dog allowed me to lead him up the path, walking gingerly as if in a daze. I put him in the fenced in area behind the house and he gobbled down two cups of food. The donkeys were snorting and stomping her feet. I didn’t have a phone number so I drove to my neighbors house and I was thankful to find someone home. A small bulldog was at the door looking happy and healthy, she had come home a few weeks earlier with porcupine quills in her nose, but their other dog was still missing.
My neighbor came back to the house with me. It was a beautiful thing to see when she called Ben’s name, and that sad, starving dog started wagging his tail. He didn’t have much energy, but he followed her to her car, tail going as she lifted him in.
As they drove away I realized that if Lenore hadn’t seen Ben on the side of the path and barked at him, he probably would have starved to death. I walked past him and didn’t see him. The other dogs either didn’t see him or ignored him, knowing he wasn’t well.
I thanked Lenore and gave her a big smelly dog treat.