Nothing gets Luke more excited and happy than a new toy, or better yet, finding something in the house or yard unexpectedly. If he discovers it’s something I don’t want him to have, he quickly turns it into a game of keep away. My only recourse is to go get a bag of treats and do a tradeoff. He knows what “leave it” means, but he doesn’t think it applies when he’s having fun.
I think he digs around in the yard looking for buried treasure sometimes. He shows up running around with the strangest and most unlikely things (that was part of what precipitated our much needed yard cleanup). Not too long ago he got into the vegetable garden area where he is not supposed to go (he doesn’t know yet not to tromp all over the plants). The next thing I knew he came romping out of there with something in his mouth. I couldn’t tell what it was. I got the bag of treats to do a trade off and here is what I got:
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while you might remember that our late beagle Kobi often wore Pawz dog boots and also little “slipper socks” (non-skid pet socks) to help him with traction in his hind legs. This is the second time Luke has found one of these socks in the yard since Kobi’s been gone. The socks were mostly for in the house, and the Pawz for walking, but if the yard was dry we would let him wear the socks outside. He often came back in without one or both. We would usually find them when cleaning up the poop in the yard, but apparently over the months he wore them we missed some.
It makes me a bit sad when Luke unearths these treasures, but it also brings a little smile to my face with fond remembrance of how cute Kobi looked in those socks. There’s another unusual thing about these. The ones Luke found in the yard aren’t the only ones lying around. I have a tote in my closet with grooming supplies and extra Pawz and socks, some used, some never used. That’s not so unusual, but there are others in other odd places; one in a drawer in my writing desk in the bedroom, another in a closet on a shelf, and a pair in the garage.
I don’t keep a lot of mementoes around. Dishes and things that were Kobi’s personally have been put away. There are some photos of course. This is one of my all time favorites of Kobi with my hubby and our Lab mix Maggie from a lot of years ago when we used to hike with the two of them:
We buried Kobi’s ashes in the memorial garden, because I simply couldn’t look at them every day. Some people can do that, but I just can’t….it keeps the grief too fresh for me and I can’t move on with daily reminders like that. But there is something about these little socks and Pawz that I can’t seem to put away. I haven’t moved any of the ones lying around from their various locations, even though there’s no reason to leave them there. They could be washed and put away in that tote with the other clean and unused ones.
Maybe one day I will finally pick them up, but if I do, I hope soon after that Luke will unearth another of these treasures from the yard and bring it to me.