Maggie sat next to me grooming as we firmly planted ourselves on my couch. "It's gonna be okay, girl," I kept telling her over and over mainly for myself. It was reassuring and calming to hear my own voice and to also know I was in charge of another soul -- a soul intrinsically intertwined with mine. That was sobering to think of.
I had just gotten off the phone with Rosa. She was staying home tonight and I can't say I wasn't kind of relieved. It meant my night would be spent reading the big book of digital command control for my future model railroad. A subject only I would hold dear. Decoders. Track wiring. Schematics were in my future. Orgasmic subjects for a dyed-in-the-wool model railroader.
I then looked over at Maggie one last time. She was now asleep. Oh, to have the simplicity of life and living a dog's existence could afford. I then realized I was going to live the next few days with the question "What would Maggie do?" Tired? Rest. Feeling mentally wonky? Take a pill. Dirty? Take a bath. It is going to be a dog's life here for the next few days. Life boiled down to it's simplest essence. "What would Maggie do?" She certainly wouldn't be writing this or worrying over nothing. I am off to take a long nap and then get up and eat leftover cold pizza. It's a dog's life in J-ville these days.