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Louie and I are often close enough during our runs that I have to avoid stepping on his leash, which otherwise causes him to roll and tumble to the ground (sorry, boy). The leash trails behind him, and bumps and shimmies across the ground like a snake.
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I’m teaching him to come back to me when we see other people, but he isn’t perfect at it yet. If I see another dog or human coming, I can easily step on his long rope, or catch up to him and reign him in. Louie runs alongside me wearing a black fifteen-foot leash. The moment is like a chimera, an illusion or fabrication of the mind, an unrealized dream, except it comes true. On another day, Louie and I are running together, and something miraculous happens. Then a minute later attacks me again, playful but rough. “Okay,” I tell him, “go play.” Released, he’s off like a shot. He sits politely, looks at me with those puppy eyes. It’s as though he’s forgotten himself, the dog we’ve tamed him to be. “NO!” I am firm with him, grab his collar.
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He runs at me full speed, his muscles uncoil as he jumps up at my chest, mouth open, gnawing at my arm. I take him outside to be free, to be who he is. This is who he is, I think, this is instinct. Whatever it is that is wild inside of him has broken free. He tears around, digging in the earth, then runs up a storm. Later, we walk along the driveway and something inside Louie lets go, unclenches. We can never completely leave the world behind, can we? I am here to write, to work, to run a retreat, but I am also responsible for the things I have tamed. We are responsible for that which we tame, and so it is between my vizsla and me. The fields of wheat will remind me of your blond hair. But the fox’s words are almost a warning: once you tame me, I will be sad when you leave. And now he is unique to me in all the world. “You are pretty,” the prince tells the fox, “who are you?” The fox explains he is a fox and that if the little prince wishes to play with him, the little prince must first tame the fox. I am reminded of the fox from The Little Prince.
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Instead he suggests we play inside, nudging his rope toy into my leg, coyly letting his teeth graze my skin from time to time, just enough to goad me on. It’s raining, he communicates with his eyes. I take him outside for his walk this morning and he refuses to budge from the doorframe. Inside, the whirl of a heater, a light sucking sound – or is it blowing? Last night, standing outside in the dark, complete silence. The brightly coloured ground is wallpapered with leaves. But I don’t mind the rain I’m here to work. The chickadees are here – we call back and forth to one another – so is the rain.