If cold glaciers formed here,
Slogging seething unsettled moil,
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive." -Wild at Heart
Before my first kiss Bruno and I had shared an edible dog
chew. One end in my teeth Bruno would grab the other. Like Jackie Paper and his
friend Puff, Bruno and I would set out for adventure in my metal Hornet. I was
beginning to realize I was wired for solo explorations down beach canyons and
through Hollywood hills. Not lacking for friends there remained a dire need for
connection with self and fun loving companion.
If you were once a teenage boy you ought understand. Angst
and emptiness warred in my not-quite grown-up soul. Grabbing my sleeping bag, I
let my mom know I was sleeping on the back porch alongside Bruno. Wondering now
if I needed connection with something or someone faithful. Trying to step
outside of the emotions inside. Like Odysseus and Argos there is a special
connection between man and dog.
In the dream Bruno was being hugged; full bear-hug. In real
life I carried a tranquilized Bruenster into the vets; limp body held tightly.
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