D – I wonder, if I draw a line…

Scott and Guthrie on our first walk together

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Someone had a dog, pretty much neglected. It made its way to our neighbors who shared the personality of the mellow, supposedly golden doodle in our neighborhood online chat. I was able to meet the dog-with-no-name-at-one-year yesterday. Mellow is the best word to describe him, and his look at you like, “Are you my friend?” with kind eyes. So Scott stopped off at a PetSmart in Spokane on his way home from covering by football and volleyball for the paper to get dog bed, food, collar, and leash.

This morning we brought him home. He’s mellow and worried at the same time. New people. New home. After a bit inside, we took him for his first walk in the neighborhood. An adventure in mellow. We forgot the doggie bags and had to go back home because we knew we’d need them. 0h yes, we needed them. Disgusting.

We’re calling him Guthrie, after Woody. Maybe his collar will say, “This collar fights fascists, mellowly, in peace.”

And a poem, about dogs.