My springer spaniel Lucky endured his first ‘boo-boo’ this morning.
He’s four but never been hurt in a fight or accident or abuse ‘cept for dumb things like bumping his head on a tree or the refrigerator door.
He leaped into a ditch in south Eureka, California and cut a pad on his front paw. Of course he hurts. Evident in his limp.
As we carried on toward the motel, I studied calm heredity. Our task seemed so matter-of-fact. Limp. Yes. Stop. Lick. Attend. Clean. Yes. But walk.
I thought of our thousands of years with dog, sparking a glimpse into the millions of miles along our companion path.