I have so much to write I don't even have the knowledge of where to begin this tale of madness. I suppose I shall simply start by stating my present environment. I have been infected by a beastly flu passed on to me by my sister. She caught it at one of those dreadful summer camps. Eerie things always seem to happen at summer camps. At least, it always has been this way for me. Anyhow, I am now in a voiceless, coughing, sneezing, nose-blowing, throat-hurting, joints aching and altogether terrible and painful state. Alone, locked up in my own house dreading that this deadly virus does not spread to another innocent, or not so innocent, victim. My loyal canine companion and friend is stretched out by my feet, turning up an occasional glance to see how I am coming along. He may not understand why I no longer host conversations with him, nor my silence, or the reason which we have only been outside for two very short periods of time today, but he accepts it without judgment or question and simply lets me pick the pace for the time being. In the meanwhile, he contents himself with his ever-yummy KONG toy filled with treats and long naps. Though he may be an energetic 4 month old Dutch Shepherd puppy, he's fairly easy-going when he needs to be. He has not complained once throughout the day. How did God know I needed this very dog in my life so much? He had him all picked out from the start... colouring, breed, personality and all.
Other than this terrible sickness, quite a lot has gone by. I've just returned yesterday from a family trip to Val-dor. It was good for me, to practice my patience. I only exploded once.. well perhaps twice but anyways. There's not much to describe about the trip. I brought Karma everywhere, he went all through every town, played soccer with my dad, siblings and I, went on trail walks, campgrounds, pet-stores, pick-nicking... I've always wanted to be able to bring a dog everywhere... and now I can. I wish Russ could have come too, but I know he would have positively loathed it (he hates travel). There was a young dog in Chapais that we found while on a lunch stop in a beautiful park. He was a black lab mix of some-sort, looked like a Labrador but was only half the size. Judging by his dentition, head and paw size ratio I'd say he was about 2 or 3. He was dirty, limping, hungry, filled with worms and other parasites, too hot and so scared. When I was about feet away from him he tucked his tail between his legs and backed away. After about a minute, I got him to come to me. He was shaking with fear. He let me pet him and licked my hands. There was a collar mark on him... Lost? No, not in such a small town. Abandoned? Most likely so. He looked liked he walked a great deal, I wanted so much to do something for him... but all I had to offer was left over chicken, meat scraps, a bone and some muffins. All which he gulped down in a matter of seconds. It broke my heart to leave him there. I hope someone has the heart to take him in... anyways, pictures of the trip to follow.
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