Here we are in 1987, me a 24 year old mullet head know-not-much and my side kick, Dominoe. In May of that year we did a practice camping trip in western Maryland’ it might very well have been the Catoctin Mountain area where the previous October I lost/found her. That story… has just about fueled a career, it seems.
I look at this photo of me looking out, I am seeing a future? Looking for it? Hoping for it?
Who knows. I was there, and I can only guess what I was thinking.
What I knew of camping, yeah. I had been maybe 5 times in my life before, and I bet I was eating beans from a can. There is the green Eureka tent bought from LL Bean, oh the stories that tent heard.
Today marks the day in 1993 my first dog companion left this world. At that time, looking back to 1987, I would think how far I have come. More looking back now dwarfs that gap in units I cannot even measure.
It’s all a trajectory.
Oh how simple it was then. I have no longing to go back to that, but I see myself looking like a kid. Heck I was.
But I had the best companion I could ever hope for. That dog, Dominoe, it feels like she gave, without expectance of a return, much more than I gave back.
I am still learning from her.
Twenty one years and counting.
The post "21 Years Beyond Dominoe" was originally cracked open and scrambled from a rotten egg at CogDogBlog (http://cogdogblog.com/2014/07/21-years-beyond-dominoe/) on July 25, 2014.