FOUR FEET OF DAWG

MY BEST FRIEND?

And "The silence of midnight.......
rung in my ears" (Mary Shelley).

Huntersville, North Carolina This day (early Friday) is shaping to be "special" for steveroni. First thing, Lexis came bounding up the fifteen steep steps to my bedroom door to make certain I was up-to-stay. Let me explain.

Dogs and I don't normally have an affinity. While young, I loved the farm dogs...we had one with the papers to prove she was a dog. I'll never forget "Tabitha of Burnham Woods IV" and her beautiful light-brown-and-snow-white-patched Collie hair.

Well, somewhere while trudging my drugged and drunken road, friendship between dogs and me abruptly ended. One lovely, meek, mild, gets-along-with-children-type snarled, lunged forward and upward, and, knocking me to the ground, bit me in the neck.

Years went by. Then, little by little--and only recently--that love and friendship became again a reality between me and them.

One of my hosts on this trek--Jinx--also "hosted" 7 (SEVEN!) "rescue" dogs. And we became friends. One--named Marco (Polo)--belongs to Alix, and became my sleep-companion, climbed right into my bed and slipped himself under the cover!

Now, at Granddaughter's (and Great grandson's) home, there is a dog named Lexis. Immediately, Lexis and I "took" to one another. We played, romped with her stuffed toy animals, and she curled about my feet as I blogged. "Upon awakening" (before prayers!) she met me--at the top of the stairs-- with a toy, for early-morning pray--I mean PLAY!

She patiently posed for my attempts at picture taking. And she is making--even now--those "sounds of love" which can only be uttered by a canine. Peeps, I'm telling you this was instant attraction--which sometimes happens between people--but this was, like, BANG! YOU'RE DEAD!

She will miss me when I'm gone--in a few hours. I shall miss her--more than she will ever know. The next best event of the morning--for me--was my Granddaughter saying to me, "You have not changed in twelve years!" You may guess I am not a "frequent-flier-visitor"...and you are correct. But I will never pass up this place again when traveling the eastern part of our beautiful chock-full-of-history country.

Now, "On The road Again" with "Flex" (my scooter), heading for South Carolina.................... Peace! And a clean and sober Saturday for us all.