COMPANIONS

Should I talk about the dogs? They are our companions day in, day out. Better friends than most friends, and always right there for us. Or do I talk about Garry, who is my husband, my best friend, the only person who will always put up with me. The proof of this is that he has not yet thrown me from a window or pushed me out of the moving car.

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I got up this morning after a long near-nightmare in which we were buying a house. But the house didn’t have a proper bathroom and there were cockroaches seething in what had been a tub which had, somehow, moved into the living room. The living room was big, but completely covered with mirrors– like a dance studio. We had bought it, but I wanted desperately be get rid of it. We’d signed papers, so it wasn’t simple.

I shook off the dream, waking up cranky and headachy. Outside, all I could see are naked oak trees, the leaves having been consumed by our plague of Gypsy Moth caterpillars. I wonder if leaves will grow back. I’m told they will, but it doesn’t look like it right now. It’s a winter view of a summer woods.


“A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! … With his faithful Indian companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early west! ”

Come back, and leave me a silver bullet!


Garry wasn’t up yet, but the dogs were glad to see me. Talk about faithful companions. They were thrilled, jumping up and down with delight. Even though we repeat this same pattern every morning of their lives, minus the few days here and there when we are away from home, they never get tired of it and I never tire of them. I gave them each a greenie. Washed the water bowls. Refilled them. Noticed that somehow, there was peanut butter on the cabinet doors … and washed them, too.

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Coffee was brewing. I toasted a muffin, observing that there are no more muffins after this. We will have to go shopping. Thus when Garry showed up in the kitchen, I nearly snarled at him. Because I was snarly and he was there.

He didn’t say anything. He looked puzzled, but moved on.

Now that is a truly faithful companion. Even when you have no idea what’s going on, you just let it go because a snarly start does not define the relationship. Personally, I think it’s all about the coffee.

DAILY POST | COMPANION

17 thoughts on “COMPANIONS”

  1. Sounds like a normal morning to me, being snarly is human. Not being snarly would be boring. But there is always time for a hello, good morning, or even just a nod. And the trees will return, I am sure.

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    1. I know. We are all snarly some mornings. But that’s the great thing about dogs. They are always incredibly cheerful and glad to see me. And they are always well-rested and ready to go. Unlike US! Who are still half asleep and wondering if we can sneak back to bed …

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  2. Don’t forget that there are a few humans out here who love you enough to put up with you as well. Yeah we don’t wag our tails but we do enjoy being with you from time to time. And therein lies the difference.., we just need to take a break every so often. The dogs, on the other hand, just seem to treat our peculiarities as temporary bullshit and love us anyway. Doggies.., the TRUE gift from God!

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      1. I’ve tried those as well…, I don’t get it but I guess that’s why dogs have a superior sense of taste, as they can taste the good in anything.., how lucky. The nearest equivalent in humans are bi-sexuals… 🙂

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