Mogi and I are walk under the bridge. We meet new friends, Michael and his dog Griffin. Michael allows Griffin to play freely as he tosses a ball for him. I decide to tie Mogi’s leash to his collar and allow Mogi free ball play as well. The two dogs play well together. Griffin is jet-black and Mogi is snow white and on this cloudy day look lovely together. Griffin too is a rescue mix, with a lot of ‘cattle’ dog in him. We watch the differences in how they play. It’s like observing two dancers trained in different techniques. The dogs ‘dance’ together within the context of who they are and it is stunning. Since Griffin is under voice control, I assume we will be able to ‘catch’ both dogs when their wild rumpus is over. Michael is young and alive and has just asked his girl friend, a Yoga teacher, to marry him. He tells me of their dreams of travel together and the excitement of the unknown that lay before him. He has lived in South Portland for three years. He is kind and a personal trainer. He is open and engaging . I ask him who will care for Griffin while they travel. And he tells me of his Mom and the new puppy they have gifted her with, a yellow lab. And how she is high on the list. It has been 40 minutes or so. We are both so happy our dogs are having this experience. Griffin with ball in mouth, now leads Mogi down into the water below. They are now leaping and splashing. Mogi leads them farther in. I can sense the freedom growing inside Mogi as he and his friend water ballet. Their movements are swirling the shallow waters. I know in his mind, he and his friend are now unowned and surviving off the land. I feel the change. Mogi is going to be hard to catch. Griffin streaks back up the steep bank. Mogi is in hot pursuit. I see the look in Mogi’s eyes as he dashes by. He is now ‘Super Mogi’, invincible and strong. Griffin runs past Michael, Mogi close behind. Michael yells “Over here.” as he moves to his left. We both quickly run to the boardwalk under the bridge. Griffin runs past Michael now too on the bridge and Mogi runs past Griffin now in full throttle, his paws rhythmically beating the wood. Michael grabs Griffin and we stand there and watch Mogi run all the way to the end, stop and look for an escape route. “Michael is there any way down?” I ask. “No.” he assures. Thankfully the bottom stair is closed for the winter. Mogi begins his full throttle run again, this time bounding directly toward us. Michael along with Griffin and I now become linebackers blocking and securing the entrance. I prepare to tackle Mogi if need be. Somehow, as he runs past me, I catch the leash I have left tied to him . Mogi is happy and enlivened. It is so good to see him this way. He needs this kind of play. Michael and I hope we will meet again soon. And on this supper bowel Sunday, we have loved watching our dogs play ball. Have a lovely week all. Play well out there
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 11:42:10 +0000
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