Sunday, September 22, 2013
Ask not of friends what you yourself can do.
Bedtime. No sign of Sophie. We look everywhere. Angus in the garden, 'the font' indoors. Sophie's eventually found in the dressing room ( forbidden territory ) sitting peacefully in front of a full length mirror. She's making low pitched conversational noises to the dog that's looking back at her. A sort of gentle canine yoddling. From time to time , for emphasis, she touches her shaggy doppelganger with an outstretched paw. Complete contentment. Some conversations are too important to interrupt. Laughing, we tiptoe away and leave her .
How poor life would be without dogs. There is a hint of heroic deeds and untamed greatness in these small things.