August 10 - 10:03 pm (original post)
I often feel like my life is really fragmented. I have work, along with friends and acquaintances who know me only through work. I have church and all those wonderful saints who know me from there. There's the subgroup of musicians who know me through years of listening, playing, writing, recording and generally rocking out together. All you musicians out there know that you end up in various bands for various reasons. Things peter out after a while and you eventually find yourself playing with a new band.
Back to the subject, Ruth. Focus. There's home and family and hobbies. And there's these two furry boys that rest their giant chins on my lap and look soulfully into my eyes at every opportunity. They sit on my feet to make sure I don't go anywhere without them being the first to know. They cuddle with me when I'm trying to read my Bible in the morning or typing something on my laptop. Big paws and computer keyboards don't go together, I tell these gentle sweethearts. No, your paw cannot go there.
We have two Bernese Mountain Dogs. To put it more accuractly, they have us. They're not the biggest dogs out there, but they're on the large side. Buster, in particular, is pretty tall in the leg. My frame of reference has so shifted that I often have difficulty seeing small dogs when they're walking under my feet. Zaq is slightly smaller, but is long in the body. He's only 4 years old and bright as a shiny new penny.
Buster is eight and aging. The first white hairs have appeared on his muzzle. He still wants to be part of everything, but can't really keep up on the second long hike of the weekend - only the first. More and more, I'm treasuring the time we have together... especially these quiet moments when he lays at my feet, peaceful.
Buster is on the left and Zaq on the right. Buster is actually taller, but he is sitting down a bit on the riverbank.
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