I have not posted enough pictures of Diego of late, because I am not taking as many as I did, for a variety of reasons, chief among them is that I love looking at my handsome boy, but grabbing the phone to memorialize him? Must I?
And of late, my favorite thing has been watching him bounce and bound across the lawn to scare the squirrels away from the bird feeder. A bird feeder I will shortly take down for the season. It’s probably only still up because watching him (while praising him bigly, which he loves) is so hilarious, and dear.
Yet – somehow – taking a photo, or a video, diminishes my pleasure in his bouncing bounding effort. Can we not watch and enjoy anything without taking a photo? Everywhere I go, phones up instead of heads and eyes, watching whatever the thing is, actually watching it, not viewing it through a screen. No, thanks. And so, a recycled portrait of the boy because past due… and we could all use a little furry wonderfulness on TAX DAY.
He is the handsomest, always has been, my big lump. Tiny.
From Charlies Schultz, and yes, all my life I, too, have wished this: “All his life he tried to be a good person. Many times, however, he failed. For after all, he was only human. He wasn’t a dog.”
