dance #334, angel

Thursday November 18, 2009

Angel

7:30 p.m. I meet Angel, a three year old retriever for the first time. I’m sitting in a chair and she gazes up into my eyes longingly. Doggy eyed. She gets up on her hind legs and firmly plants her paws on my lap, edging her rear closer. She likes to hold women this way, apparently. Dominating in a kind of loving way. Later she runs in the school yard. The boys play with her, getting her to chase them in circles. She runs and leaps at them, rolling them to the ground. They become dog as she becomes a dog among dogs. I thought about Roland, Donna’s dog, as we played. Alice lounges on the tiger print blanket, camouflaged. The night was moist and misty. Headlights beam through the night.

~ by nmyers on November 21, 2009.