Meditation on Fear

"Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . "

I never pretend to be what I’m not. Some dogs pretend to be mean when they’re really just frightened; and, in that sense, they’re just like people. Other dogs do the opposite—they pretend to be friendly when they’re really just frightened, and isn’t that just so human?

But, no dogs pretend to be friendly when they’re feeling unfriendly, and that’s the opposite of human behavior. Shane never does that. He is what he is. Sometimes, though, I think he would like to be friendlier. When people say hello to me, he hides behind Joan, but sometimes he peeks out and I can see his tail move with just a hint of friendly attitude.

Now, when I’m afraid, the whole block knows it. I just sit down in the middle of the road and get a stunned look on my face—you know, my eyes get all round and my breathing gets shallow and I stare at Joan hoping she’ll get it. That’s what happened on the day someone put that big blue tarp over his car and parked it, nose first, in the woods. How was I to know it was a car? I thought the Loch Ness Monster had come up on dry land. It’s not like the guy left a note on the car telling people what was under there.

Then, there was the time those kids buzzed by us on their whiny scooters, and I thought they were insects. How was I supposed to know they were kids on scooters? No one tells me these things. It’s up to me to figure it all out.

Then, there are the things I hear that only dogs can hear—people’s thoughts, their arguments on the Parkway, their garbage cans being dragged down driveways, something sizzling in their frying pans.

Again, it’s up to me to figure it all out. I guess that’s part of living my dog’s life.

Best wishes, Juno