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an enigma

1-5 night

Before our dog disappeared from our backyard he was just a dog. He’d get in our way when we were putting on the kids snow pants getting them ready to go outside. He’d lick Bray in the face so often Bray grew accustomed to holding up his arm and saying, “No Hootie.” Oddly, when he was young Bray didn’t seem to care and just let Penn lick him all over his face. Then it was us shooing the dog away, knowing how rank his breath was.

Don’t get me wrong, we love Hootie. Even back then when he was a dog getting in the way, like dogs do. But he was our dog. In our way, under our feet, crashing into us on the stairs asking to go outside at the best part of the movie.

Since his disappearance he has become an enigma. Hootie is not the type of dog to disappear from the yard. With the mounds of snow though he has found a few ways out. He always informs us of his escape by appearing at the front door. He barks; we open the door to let him in.

He does enjoy a good squirrel chase, they always win and again he returns happily home. So Pendoodle gone is just odd. That’s the best way to describe it. Odd. I ask myself questions. The biggest one: where are you? And others too, but the kids have been asking the same ones I ask and expressing themselves in an eloquent youthful way.

            Jaya at bedtime a few nights ago: I feel a sort of empty spot inside myself.

            Yeah, I know what you mean.

            Then her questions between tear filled sobs: If he’s outside, what will he eat?

            I’m not sure honey, maybe a rabbit.

            Ewww. But, but…

            Yeah, I know what you mean. I have gone darker in my mind. Lost somewhere out there where it’s been bitter cold at night. I go places in my mind I hope the kids don’t go.

            Jaya, again: If someone took him, don’t they know I miss him?

            Bray, who is two, said to me the other evening when I came in the front door, “Where is Hootie?”

I don’t know, Bray.

Then today in the car, out of the blue he said to Jenny, “I miss Hootie. I love Hootie.”

We all miss Hootie and love him.