He and i are going for a walk to Farley's. Doggie bags fan like ears from my pockets and i've grabbed a handful of the "special snacks" - which are actually dried duck hearts - for the party when he poops or pees outside.
out we go.
there's a strange distance with a dog that's damaged. they behave properly but something is missing. he perks up at movement - the man exiting his house interests him, as does the jogger, and the woman pushing the baby cart. toddlers interest him, if they are moving and birds too, momentarily. we walked past a school and he looked at the children as if saying dogs? dogs? and figuring good enough.
at Thinkers Cafe we stop but he ignores the drink bowl and seems at once interested and confused at what is going on aroudn him, and i am suddenly aware of how much noise there is in our everyday world. humans holding coffees talk too loud, truck squeak and rumble, doors slam. he jerks this way and that, not exactly freaked out but not that happy either. when i hold him i realize he is trembling. is he just excited? he doesn't look scared but then i see his tail. tail down.
the whole walk his tail is down except for the one dog tied to a chair at farley's he tries to say hello to and who lunges snapping at him. he's just protecting the sandwich the owner says apologetically nodding to the food in her husband's hand. baxter seems momentarkly abashed but then walks on. he recovers fast.
back in the room he crawls under the bed again. i give him less special treats, which he pushes aroiund with his nose but isn't interested in. then he chews the rug for awhile until i ask him to stop and put a blanket over it. he's sleeping now, tired out i hope, little legs not used to the uphills and the rough concrete.
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