If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Pete's Little Saga, Part I

When they finished their business, Harley and Bobo trotted out across the cropped and amber hayfield, due west, the sun rising behind them.
     Pete and I watched. It was cold and wet. Even still, Pete whimpered and tugged at his lead, desperate to follow the big dogs.
     ‘Not a chance, buddy,’ I told him. ‘You’re a house dog now.’
     Pete’s a pup. A stray pup. A stray pup with an eleven-inch pin and four loops of wire holding his left femur together. Spiral fracture. Hit by a car. We assume.
     I paid for the fix. All in all about twelve hundred dollars. Twelve hundred dollars I don’t have.

     Pete asked me to.  


  1. pins, wire and listening can hold more than a body together.

  2. I'm still reculerating from the 1200 $...
    I suggest that from now on you call him
    'Golden Eye Pete'
    'Million Dollar Pete'
    'Slum Dog Millionaire Pete'


    1. He's definitely the most expensive dog I've ever had :)

    2. Oh well, you know what they say, it's better to spend them on your dog than if you have to pay them for hospital-costs.
      And I bet he's worth ever dollar.


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