While his parents visited with Carole and helped her install a new window to the “outdoor room,” Jonah and I walked down the hill, along with a neighbor dog that had recently adopted us. We wound through a path among the sage plants, past a neighbor’s wind turbine, toward the Buddhist “stupa” shrine and meeting house.
The days are warm in the high desert and Jonah, the dog and I sought shade beneath a juniper. The dog was panting and, possibly, thirsty. We’d worn the dog out or, he wore us out, with relentless stick-fetching before the walk.
I suggested Jonah go back to get a pail of water for the dog and said that it would make him a very lucky dog. The night before, we’d just read one of Jonah’s favorite Dr. Seuss bedtime stories, “Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?”
Quote from an Amazon review, “ ‘When I was quite young and quite small for my size, I met an old man in the Desert of Drize.’ [I guess he was wise.] The old man looks like a cross between a cartoon granddad and a swami; he sits on top of a cactus, and tells his young listener that the best way to get over any sadness is to imagine all the ways you could be worse off.”
Here’s a lucky boy’s Suess-inspired birthday cake from the “Funny Things are Everywhere” and “Dr. Seuss ‘Heart’” blog at: funny-things-are-everywhere.tumblr.com/post/1533462210/oh-charles-you-are-one-lucky-boy.
So, there we were, in the desert, feeling lucky. But, the dog looked pretty thirsty.
Jonah happily and readily took up the charge to make the dog happy, too, and went off to fetch water and came back with one of Carole’s paint pails, filled about a third full—a big pail of water for a little mite of boy.
We set the pail down carefully under the spreading juniper that offered such uncommon shade surrounded, as we were, by a field of shorter sage. The dog drank happily, then sat down, too, in a cool spot of dirt under the juniper looking completely at home and happy, and for all the world, like “our dog.” We’d been adopted.
Afterwards, we three visited the Tres Orejas “stupa” and Buddhist meeting house, left small offerings of stick, flower, stone and hiked back up the hill past the wind turbine to Carole’s. Link to the Tres Orejas community, with stupa photo, at: tresorejas.com.