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5 October ~2008
It seems like I have to force myself to go out dancing, to attempt to be around people and live a more balanced life. It is tempting just to stay here in my home, to sit in the yard with my dogs and enjoy their company and this gorgeous fall season.My new pup Mollie is very sweet, and has adapted to her new life with me and Ben and Maggie. She never whines when I have to leave, because she has her big dog friends that she adores. They stop her when she goes too far at jumping and biting, and she listens to them.
Yesterday morning just after sunrise I looked out the back window and saw Mollie and Maggie playing in the yard. Maggie would crouch down low to Mollie's level, then run away with Mollie chasing her. Then Maggie would lie down and Mollie would jump all over her and they would playbite like dogs do.
I made a special trip so Mom could see Mollie again. She saw her last week, and I will be up there next Saturday, but puppies grow so fast a lot can be missed in a two week gap. Mollie gave Mom plenty of puppy kisses, and I was glad I went up there:
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Last night at the Rose I was talking to a lady while dancing, telling her about my pup and my three border collies. I mentioned that in my mind when you get to be an old man these border collies are a fine alternative to any other home relationship I can think of (like having a wife) They get what I am all about - climbing up a steep trail and taking in the mystery and beauty of the high Rockies, and it doesnt' take long before they love it every bit as much as I do.
I think even little Mollie understood we were in a very wild place last Sunday, as she sat with me and Ben and Maggie while night fell on the Collegiate wilderness. She stayed close beside me, looking out into the darkness with curiosity.
Ben will teach her plenty about the mountains, and maybe next fall I will have a photo like this with Mollie beside him.
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