For the second time in as many weeks a young woman showed up unannounced at my door. The first time she came she said she was returning a CD that was borrowed long ago. She lingered (in the middle of my workday) until finally I asked her if she was running away from home. Lingering? I don’t know what to do with. Running away? I can handle. She left quickly after I asked. My kids always say I’m too blunt.
Today when she showed up there was no CD to return. It was just her.
“Running away again?”
Can I just come in for a while. I just need a place to cry and have some quiet.
I sat with her for a moment while she pet ‘Cujo The Dog’.
“Do you want to talk?”
No, but can Cujo stay with me?
I showed her to the den, gave her a box of tissues and a drink. She patted the couch next to her and Cujo jumped up and settled in by her side (traitor). Furry traitor.
About 2 hours later I heard her call to me that she was leaving. She smiled as she bid her farewell to ‘Cujo The Dog’.
I don’t get it. Cujo is alright as dogs go but when I share my problems with him he lies on the floor and puts his head under the couch.
“Hey, You’re suppose to be helping me here, not hiding under the couch!”
Oh well, that’s life in the fast lane. What we can’t do for each other we can sometimes do for a stranger.
This is gmom and Cujo ( The Traitor Dog),