on a recent california morning, a man opened the hood of his car and found a dog. a pit bull. just sitting in there. somehow she got stuck, after obviously challenging herself to see if she could climb up there. like when you wonder if your tongue will really stick to the flagpole on the playground in december. or if your big toe fits in the tub faucet as you lie there soaking -- just like laura petry.
she achieved part one ("can i climb up there?") but didn't know that there was a part two
("uh oh"), and patiently she sat, until a nice man popped the hood and saw a pair of amber eyes blinking amid the pumps and wires (much of which had been chewed up by then). he called together a strong support team to rescue his engine and the beast: police, animal control, and his three daughters.
a while later the 3 year old pup with no tags and a few leg cramps was tucked away in a shelter, with hopes that someone will recognize and fetch her. far as i know she is still waiting.
what a great thing it would be to have a dog in your engine. a best friend, a great protector, a lover of life, hunkered down in between all the parts that make you run. a patient guardian, a fiend for affection, and sometimes he even knows right from wrong. silky ears to boot. just sitting in there for no particular reason except that that dog wondered if he could climb up into everything that makes you think and wait for you to notice.
what a nice surprise.
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