“It’s my turn, right, Martha? My turn?”
“Are we going now? How about now? Now? I’m going to run out to the back yard just in case we’re going out the back gate, OK Martha? I’m here at the back door? Can you see me? What’re you doing?”
“Putting my wallet in my pocket.”
“That means we’re going, right? It’s going to be great.”
Teddy sits by the front door for me to put on his halter. Out the front door (Bear is secured in the back yard), down the alley and soon we’re at Bella. Teddy jumps up in the front seat like the king of car rides. I fasten his seat belt. As we drive around the corner of the alley, the kids run to the fence,
“Where you going?”
“I’m going to go walk this guy. We’re going out to the refuge where there are no dogs and no people. What are you doing?”
“We’re cleaning the garage because they’re bringing 36 boards!!!”
“I know! That’s awesome.”
“I wish I could pet Teddy,” says the little girl.
“Me too. Soon I hope. Well, we gotta’ go.” Teddy waves (I help). We drive past the abandoned high school and I feel a fleeting sense of nostalgia for normal April dog walks. I listen to the Allman Bros on the radio and we reach the Refuge.
“C’mon, T. Let’s go.”
“Martha, I need to poop somewhere around here where it smells right.”
“I know, little guy, I have a poop bag.”
“This looks good.”
“Why are we going back?”
“I don’t want to carry this. I’m going to go throw it in the dumpster.”
“Lots of good smells here, Martha.”
“I bet.” I yank him away from the dumpster.
“I think those geese are in the wrong place.”
“No, they’re in the right place.”
“I don’t think so, Martha. I need to move them somewhere else.”
“They’re moving on their own, Teddy. You don’t have to do anything.”
“I’m not so sure. They look like they need help knowing where to go and they need to hurry. They’re just waddling off there.”
“They’re geese Teddy. That’s how they walk. Be a little kind, dude.”
“OOOOOhhh! There’s that birdsong.”
“I love that you hear it, Teddy.”
“Hey! There’s a truck that’s not supposed to be there! There are people! They want to meet me!”
“No they don’t, Teddy, well, they might want to, but not today. Besides, they’re walking on that little trail. I wonder if it’s still flooded?”
“I have no idea what you said. Look, it’s two ladies and they don’t have a dog of their own. They want to pet me.”
“C’mon Teddy. My foot hurts. I don’t think these are such great shoes after all. OK, up up, Teddy.”
Puddles of little black cows in the distance. Fresh snow on the mountains all around me. Airbrushed clouds. Red-winged blackbirds in the willows.
“That was fun Martha. I love it when you sing.”
“Thanks, Teddy,” I say, looking into his little, adoring face. “You’re the only one.”
33 thoughts on “Teddy’s Adventure in the Big Empty”
Oh, Martha–it doesn’t get much sweeter than this! ❤
❤ Perfect little journey with Mr. I LOVE LIFE!!!!
What an energetic fellow. I imagine that you captured his voice very well. Enthusiastic 3 year old!
🙂 He’s just a little scampering bit of joy on that dirt road. He prances.
Very enjoyable story. Teddy’s voice is crystal clear 🙂
❤ Thank you!
You’re most welcome!
I love Teddy’s adventures!!
I suspect that every moment of Teddy’s life is an adventure. ❤
I can see clearly the impulsiveness and the unbridled curiosity! The Big Empty must be filled up with Teddy’s excitement! Hope his enthusiasm doesn’t wear you and Bear out!!
Sometimes he drives Bear crazy and she lets him know. I enjoy him. He’s SUCH an Australian shepherd. 🙂
Love Teddy’s voice and sharing your walk. John Denver, too? Hit the jackpot:)
Once in a while the car radio roulette does hit the jackpot!
Teddy and the geese. So funny. Teddy and the visitors. So funny.
Love the song. Did I ever mention that I went to a John Denver concert with my mum? I must have been about 21. We had the best time.
Maybe that was when I was in China and he was touring over there. 🙂
Around ’86 I think.
Ah. I was in China in 82/83.
I think I was starting uni then, but I’m hazy on dates of just about everything in my life!
P.S. When John Denver was about to play in Hong Kong, they started playing his songs on the radio. I had never liked his work at all, but when I heard Rocky Mountain High in my apartment in Guangzhou, I broke down sobbing. I loved China so much, but a part of me missed the mountains even more than I loved China.
Oh Teddy you are wonderful. I feel it is love, Yep love for you Teddy,but you must not tell my guys. OK… Perhaps its because you have Australian in your name…even though I know you are not from my country we could be kin! LOL Martha you might have to start writing Teddy books.
Ahh John Denver I too went to a concert it was called A man and his guitar, Just John Denver on the relatively new Sydney Entertainment Centre. It was mesmerising. The memory is so strong. I love his music so much. It was just horrible to know that underneath a lot of that writing he was not such a good husband.
When I started college John Denver was just starting out. I heard him somewhere at some point, but it’s not a clear memory at all. For Colorado natives like me, at that time, he wasn’t “the thing” at all. “He isn’s even from here!” And now “Rocky Mountain High” is our state song. Teddy says thank you and he loves you, too. ❤
i have a feeling that the high in Rocky mountain may not necessarily have been about height either..lol the way things get taken up is interesting. I have to let Teddy know though he is just one of many dogs I loves as he has humans.
Teddy understands. ❤
of course he does..😃😃😍
He is such a handsome dog. I love the picture of the mountain..I love places like that..i would be like “Oh wow”
I’m like “Oh wow” most of the time. ❤
I also feel that way when i see the sun rise over Long Island Sound, or look over to a river and wild life preserve in my back yard.
I’d love to see that. ❤
If i can i will get a picture of the river
I’d love that! 🙂
Oh this is the best!!!! I love Teddy and all his siblings. And John Denver 💚
We had a blast and it wasn’t just the wind 😉
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