An Awful Sunny Drive

by DShan on December 3, 2009

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It was incessantly sunny.

The kind of sunny you sort of can’t wrap your head around because it’s the weekend and late morning and you’re admittedly a little groggy still and it’s just so, so bright out.  It was dark sunglasses sunny.

Branner and I stepped around one another putting things in bags and poking faces in bags wondering what the hell all these bags were for (me the former, he the latter).

I was in that mode.

The one that made the hair on his neck stand at attention.  I was moving around in the ways that said I’d be leaving through the front door and I’d be gone a while and nothing on this beautiful round planet mattered more than knowing whether or not he’d be joining me.

When he sensed that mode he decided the closer he got to me the more likely it was that he’d get to do whatever it was I was planning to do.  It was an especially ‘get in D’s way‘ kind of morning, because the last time I had been in that mode we’d packed up and driven to New York together, so it was easy to understand that in the back of his mind he was wondering what he’d do for two weeks while I went on another trip.

I brought him with on this morning.

We popped into the car, he in the passenger seat, and as per usual he spent the first ten minutes figuring out how to sit in a car without getting tossed under the glove compartment every time I hit the brakes.

I kept my hand on his shoulder.  I really couldn’t muster up the energy to turn on the radio.

It was really, really sunny out, and it was early on a Saturday and the roads were empty because it was a day people would spend walking around their neighborhood.  They’d be at a street festival.  They’d head out for a baseball game later.

For just over an hour we drove straight West and the radio was silent and I hid behind my sunglasses, stealing glances at what I really think might be the most beautiful dog I’ve ever seen.

The car was uncomfortable.  I shifted around.  Branner got bored and curled up in the seat next to me, and I stroked his spine…my mind was absent and my chest was tight and it was just gorgeous outside.  The sky was endless and blue and I was looking but seeing nothing but my thoughts.  My questions.  My self.

I was deeply in love and deeply scared, and I was trying to trust myself.

  • Nice post!


    Haha, just playing off Ben's comment above. Seriously though - love the writing style here man - rare to see in the blogging world to take such a narrative approach. Didn't know you were such a poet :)

    Also, full disclosure - I feel like an ass but this is my first time visiting your blog. But will certinley not be my last. Just subscribed and all that jazz.

    P.S. When we down for that beer? Let's make it happen in the next week or two. Much to talk about.
  • I'm glad you stopped by Matt. Thanks for subscribing...I'm curious as to
    how far from expectations this little blog ended up. I feel as if the
    content here is a few steps away from the comment circles we see one another
    in. Dunno:)

    Beer is definitely on tap. Let's try for late next week, assuming a trip I
    have planned to NYC gets canceled, which looks likely.

    Talk soon!
  • This post is everything I adore about you.
  • :) You're too nice.
  • You're too modest.
  • This post is amazing written. I really liked it. I, too, am a dog person but have not owned one since I moved away from home. My roommates right now have two, and I have grown very attached to them while being unemployed and in the house all day. I will definitely miss them because I have found a job in another city and will be moving out this weekend. Maybe that's why this post hit me so hard, I appreciate and share your love for man's best friend.

    The overall structure and writing of this post is really, really good. I am jealous of how you were so effortlessly able to expand 'My dog and I went for a trip.' :) Really good stuff, I am looking forward to part two!
  • Thank you so much...I am being totally honest when I say I appreciate how
    you expanded on just saying 'nice post'! Really...thank you.

    Now I need to write up the second part of this story!
  • Oh, wow. This is fantastic. I'm a mom to a dog and his is the purest, most unconditional love I've ever received OR felt. Maybe that's weird to some people. I don't care. I'm a better person for raising, and being raised by, my pup, Jurgen.
  • It definitely makes you a better person. I really think if a couple is into
    it, they should raise a dog; such great perspective on being responsible for
    a life that loves you unconditionally.
  • Such an adorable and touching mental image.
  • Aw, thanks. Wait til part two. :)
  • This makes me want to fly to Florida and give my dog a big fat hug.

    I miss her. My mom named her Sassy. It's fitting. She's a nutjob. She gets this look in her eye that is pure mischief and craziness and, puppy. She's almost three.

    In case you were wondering, you know you're a good writer when a post about a dog can move someone to tears. I hate slash love you for that.

    Some people who read this might not understand. If they have a dog, they will.

    Shadow liked the front seat too. She also snarled at the vacuum when I was cleaning the house because she wanted to protect me from it. Losing her was something I've never experienced. I had cats, fish, hamsters, crawdads, you name it, I had it. But losing Shadow was single handedly one of the hardest things I've dealt with in this lifetime. She was a puppy until like two weeks before she went to heaven. The last two weeks were hard to watch because literally OUT OF NOWHERE she had this constantly runny nose, she was coughing and she was moving like her muscles were frozen. Not the same Shadow that would bound around the backyard and swim in the pool.

    Damnit I miss her.

  • I'm a big believer in dogs. I think they remind us all that we're a little
    too worried about everything. That our instincts count. That love doesn't
    have to be a negotiation.

    Branner came after Knickers who came after Thunder. Knickers was my growing
    up dog. He lasted 14 years. He deserves quite a few posts, now that I
    think about it.

    Uh oh...this is becoming a doggy blog. GREAT.
  • Another beautifully-written post d. High-five.
  • Or as Lisa would say, HeartFives!
  • Nothing beats a pet owner's love for his/her pet and the pet's love for its owner.
  • Ain't that the truth.
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