July 30, 2003

Othello - Chapter 1

When I first started dating my wife, her dog Katy had just had a big litter of pups. Katy had apparently gone outside of the fence one day and hooked up a with a black labrador. (Katy is pure Chow) So the litter was really, umm, mixed, being that Katy is caramel color and most of the pups were black.

My wife was having a heck of a time giving the pups away to good homes so I said "Ok. Bring me the smallest, scrawniest, weakest looking puppy of the litter." I figured she would probably never be able to find a home for the ugly duckling.

At the time I was living in a really beautiful apartment above a two car garage detached from the main house. My pad was great. Wood floors, french doors, central A/C, windows ererywhere. The patio downstairs had chicago brick pavers, a bar with mosaic tile tops, a jacuzzi. It was the ultimate bachelor pad. The only problem with adopting a dog was that my lease didn't allow it and that the landlord (a friend of mine that lived in the main house) had cats. But I told Maggie to bring him anyway, I would work it out.

Luckily, the day she was to bring this puppy over, the landlord was out of town so it wouldnt be such a difficult thing to sneak him in. "Bring him over," I said, "Luis is out of town."

So Maggie brings over this tiny, furry little black ball and hands him to me and the first thing he starts to do is bark. Little puppy yelping barks. Those high pitched yelps that break your heart cause you know what he is saying is "Where's momma?" with each one. He's scrawny and small, a little teetery still, but kinda cute.

"So what are you going to name him?" Maggie asks me.

Hmm. Good question. "How about "frijol" (bean)...Nah, it would have to be "frijol negro" (black bean) and that ain't gonna work. I go thru a littany of names, all appellations having to do with black cause he is so black he is almost blue. But I give up for a moment when Maggie has to leave and I decide to go to the store to buy puppy food and doggie stuff.

I get back home carrying the bags of puppy chow and cans of puppy food and milk and doggie shampoo and flea collars and flea and tick drops and chewies and rubber bones and doggie treats up the stairs, and all I hear is the yelping. Yelping yelping and more yelping. I open the door and he runs and hides under the sofa. Geez. What have I gotten myself into.So I set the bags down and as I am reaching under the sofa to coax him out I get this whiff of something unknown in my apartment. Some strange pungent-ish odor. . .Yep. You guessed it. The little black fur ball has pooped all over my wood floors.

After I clean the puppy poopie and put away all the puppy paraphenalia, I pick up the little black fur ball, drop on the couch and flip on the TV. "What am I gonna call you cabroncito?" I ask. "What do you want me to name you?" No answer.

So I sit there with the pup on my lap and start flipping thru channels on the tube when I finally get to one that's obviously in the beginning credits of a movie and I leave it on. Looks like a good one just from the credits so I ask the little nameless one if he wants me to leave it on and the damn dog looks me right in the eyes, smells me, and licks my nose. Heh. Puppy breath.

Name of the movie?

"Othello." The Moor.

Posted by Val Prieto at July 30, 2003 03:45 PM



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I just read your comment on David Strain's site and knew I would find a post here about it.

I'm sad for you, Val, very, very sad.

Posted by: serenity at July 30, 2003 05:12 PM

Dammit Val! I hope to hell Chapter II brings Othello home.

Posted by: Sgt Hook at July 30, 2003 05:15 PM

My condolences, Val.

I believe that if any creature has a soul, then dogs most certainly do. And if there is a Heaven, Othello is there.

Posted by: Dave at July 30, 2003 07:22 PM

Oh, Val.

I'm so sorry to hear this. I was really praying that he was just taking a little solo vacation, you know?

Big hugs for you and your wife.

Posted by: kelley at July 30, 2003 10:31 PM

This one, I only have in English. Un otra poema de Don Pablo Neruda:

My dog has died.

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.

Posted by: patrick at July 30, 2003 10:36 PM

Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... Author unknown...

So, so sorry for your loss. I'm crying with you.

Posted by: AimeeC at July 30, 2003 10:52 PM

I'm so sorry to hear we lost such a special member of our family, but I know he is watching all of us from heaven.
xoxo

Posted by: Amanda at July 31, 2003 01:48 PM

Hi Val
Guess I picked a heck of a day to make a first visit to your site. That was a beautiful dog. I'm an owner of a big dumb chocolate Lab myself. Sincere condolences.

Posted by: Greyhawk at July 31, 2003 07:29 PM

Thank you for your kind words regarding our dog.

Please accept my sincere condolensces on Othello. He looks so beautiful in that picture.

Cammy

Posted by: Craig's Spousal Unit at August 1, 2003 02:19 PM

Val--

I feel your loss keenly, as you know.

Please accept my deepest sympathy. I will remember Othello along with Digger today.

Posted by: mtpolitics at August 1, 2003 03:22 PM