Wanted to let you know that all is well, sorta ok. I still miss Gus a bunch, but it's getting better....cowgirl up and all that bull.
I'm rereading Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind....and getting back into the cowgirl version of tai chi...don't ask...
Had a mexican guy, come to my door late of nite, his car ran out of gas about a mile up the road. Sweating like crazy, said he had run to the house as he was afraid the coyotes would get him. He hadn't noticed Rambo, the German shepard yet, and I must have been looking a little fierce, cuz he put his hands up, then offered to set on them (do you think he's done time) while I called his family to come get him. After I knew his wife was coming to pick him up, I said he should wait at the end of the drive. As he was starting to walk away, Rambo silently came up behind him. The guy said "Holy Shit, will he hurt me?" "Not unless I send him or he thinks your a threat to me."
His wife picked him up shortly thereafter. I wondered if he realized that the coyotes, and Rambo were the least of his worries. His blue streak wife could be heard for at least a mile.