Right before I left for Ryan's, I caught 5 minutes of a movie on Sundance (or was it IFC?) with Giovanni Ribisi. In the scene I saw, he was talking to a girl in a doorway about not taking a risk on love (he happened to be holding a dog at the time). In light of my hesitancy, those lines seemed like a sign of some sort. In my fear of changing or losing the love Radar and I share, I'm turning my back on the potential for additional love. That seems so stupid. If I wouldn't advise a person to do that in regards to another person, how can I refuse to consider it with a dog? I'm nuts sometimes. Overthinking way too much.
In any event, the big new: Radar and the beagle yet to be renamed got along. I was going to say they got along swimmingly, but they basically ignored each other, which for a first meeting was pretty good.
We got to Ryan's with no problem and sat in the living room for a while chatting about Emma's health and behavior as Radar tentatively explored the house. After about 10-20 minutes, we decided to take the dogs for a walk around the neighborhood. At first, Ryan walked Emma and I walked Radar, but after two blocks, Ryan handed her leash to me and I walked both dogs. Walking them together is one of my big worries, so I was delighted to find that it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Yes, they both pulled a little, as beagles are wont to do, but Emma was relatively responsive on the leash, so the dogs kept roughly the same pace.
Back at Ryan's, Emma was much more affectionate with me, cuddling and licking, without any jealousy from Radar, so that was another good sign. We left after about another 15 minutes.
All in all, I was very pleased and encouraged by the meeting. We are going to try again next weekend at my house, so I guess this is still moving ahead as planned.
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He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever-- in case I need him. And I expect I will --as I always have. He is just my dog.
~Gene Hill
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell.
~Emily Dickinson
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
~Milan Kundera
~Gene Hill
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell.
~Emily Dickinson
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
~Milan Kundera
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