Good "RIP" Thursday Morning, all bodies.
How silly of me to think Jeff Beck would always be around.
For about a year or more, just a block and a half behind the coffeehouse, was a white igloo shaped dog house. It housed a medium sized, scruffy black dog which seldom roamed further than the dog house.
I rarely saw the owner who drove a dark blue SUV and lived in a mobile home along side three or four other mobile homes. The dog could always be seen in his igloo content, it seemed, to watch the people and cars go by.
On occasion, he would sit at the end to cable to catch some rays. I noticed when it was inclemate weather, the cable the dog was tethered to could be tracked all the way back under the house. But most times, it appeared he preferred his doggie abode even in the rain.
I always wanted to get out of the car and walk on over just to see what his reaction would be, but I never did... and I wish I would have. In the last two months, all that is left of his presence is his igloo, his water bowl and a cable that now `goes nowhere.
There was something rather reassuring about seeing his presence every day casually at his station, on guard. It's only natural to wonder about his whereabouts. What happened? Where did he go? Did have an accident or was shipped back to the dog pound?
It's funny how something so seemingly insignificant can become such a part of one's daily routine and is now sorely missed.
First cup!
Copyright 2023/ Ben Bensen III
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