I’ve been putting an addendum to the post about The Spirit in the Wood, and have begun thinking a lot about “spirits.”
Around here, we call creatures of all kinds “spirits” — especially so when referring to our two wire fox terriers. These two ragamuffins bring such a lot of joy and laughter (and a bit o’ poop, of course, and a lot of noise sometimes) into our lives every day.
They first seem to be twins (and they are, being littermates.) Soon you see that one, Pimmy, is fat and lazy and calm, although the bitch comes out in her now and again. The other, Brinks, is small and fast and high-strung and vigilent. I met these babies the day they were born, literally, and both were not the pick of the litter. Pim was huge with slightly askew toes, and Brinks was lame.
At first Brinks could not walk. His hamstrings in his back legs were so short he could not get his legs extended. They were like little useless paddles on his back end. I saw him struggle in vain to reach his mama for feeding on that first day, and I saw him just sit back looking so frustrated and he gave, with his fist-sized little body, a huge sigh. I was hooked. I bought Pim for a reduced price, and the breeder gave me Brinksie because she knew I would work to make this little dog have a good life.
It took daily massage to stretch out the hamstrings. But it did work, and lo, not only did Brinks learn to walk, but he runs faster than any dog you have met. Well, really fast, anyway. Pim loves to sleep. Brinks loves to run. They both are waggley and bright and happy. They are mostly dirty, by choice. I say so, even though it is my choice not to bathe them too often, because they have a happy life with a big woods at their disposal, lots of “foxes” (any critter) to lust after, and a big thirst to slake at the water bowl, which makes them sort of scruffy around the mouth much of the time.
About an hour ago I sensed a spirit near me and looked around to see a lovely scruffy smiling Brinks who had escaped from the kitchen into the computer area where he is not allowed to go. He was looking at me with the loveliest smile that said, “Hello and how about a romp? It’s a gorgeous day and it would be so fun!” How can you not respond to a spirit like that?
I said, “Oh, Brinksie, yes, it’s so lovely and you are so full of beans, but you have to go back in the kitchen.” He wagged with happiness and trotted back to the kitchen where he knew he was supposed to be. He just wants so much to please.
So I shall take my spirits to the woods, and while I am there I shall rake a bit and continue making a wood chip path which I can follow when i feed the birds each morning. (spirits of another sort.)