Dia. News from our
four legged friend I would like to share with you. Late last night I got a text message from
Charlie—tidings good. More than
good. I think we always knew the biggest
challenge would be letting him go.
Letting him be away in a way better for him, better for us. But parsimony and feelings don’t always
interact, never minding the fact that feelings can burst parsimoniously.
Charlie tells me he drinks fresh milk every day. Yum.
But the best part of all is the freedom to roam. He’s got a canine buddy to play with as they
accompany the man, head of the farm, all through the land, all through the
day. Sometimes they follow him as he
walks. Other times they trot and run by
his side as he rides the mountain sides on horse. All day, outside, accompanied.
“That’s the life for that kind of dog”, Macario and Roger
tell me. They should know. They grew up on farms, working with
working-type dogs. Charlie has never
been a pet. We anthropocentrically tried
to make him be something he couldn’t.
In
our defense, we took him out of the streets, from a parasite-infected life that
included automobile violence (he had a broken right arm when we took him in,
and broken right upper canine, which the vet thought was most likely a car
incident). And again, that deal with
parsimony and feelings.
Charlie is no longer the Charlie we imagined and in many
ways wanted him to be; the negation of Charlie, for the renaissance of
Charlie. Again with the applied
dialectics. A slight readjustment and reassessment
of a situation, and parsimony can coincide side-by-side with feelings now.
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