Trixie is still here! She’s still our baby. When the fireworks started she came a runnin’!
Her secure spot is anywhere she can get to rub against us. Either under our feet, on the sofa next to us (#$#$%^&), or with her head safely tucked on our laps. She moves from one person to the next until she feels safe.
This morning she was raring for a walk (since she wouldn’t go out last night). It was just before daylight and the wind was whispering: “I dare you to come out… I’ll hold the rain back until you get at least 1/2 mile from the house”. The birds were just barely singing and the world was still quiet. No cars… just Trixie and I walking up the hill to our target turn around, and the wind.
She’s a great walker. Slowly and surely she walks ahead, checking out all the new roadside adventures. Today, a turtle waited for us- yesterday it was a Texas speed bump (armadillo). They sniffed at each other and the walk continued. She took a whiff at the fresh grass and the overflowing pond across the way.
I enjoy the peace that comes in the morning walk – the stretch my legs need so badly after a nights rest. The quiet and the wonder of God’s beauty. On this early morning adventure, there are no mosquitoes. The wind continues, the relationship builds. We become bonded in our routine and trust in each other.
And the rain came… 1/2 mile before we reached home again. She’s wondered a way to the field to explore. The flowers are peeking up for the raindrops. The birds are settling into their rain canopy. I cover my head with my hoodie and move closer to home.
THEN… BOOM! Thunder struck and here comes Trixie…as quickly as possible, bounding across the field, through the weeds, the pasture grass, the flowers and the shallow pond to the safe place– under my finger tips… all the way home in the rain.