Jobu started pawing at the door out to the outside. A couple of weeks ago a posted a few pictures of Jobu exploring the outside. But that was during the day. This was at night and Jobu is black. I opened the door and went out with him. I thought I should probably take a flashlight in case he wandered off. Jobu took off like he knew where he was going. He went straight to the side of the house and started marching toward the street. I realized this was the first time in his adult life Jobu had access to the entire world. He could go anywhere. He was trapped by the balcony before. He seemed to understand the new freedom. He started toward some bushes and I reached down and picked him up to keep him from wandering away. He’s too old and stupid to have that sort of freedom.
Some park pics from before it turned really cold.
One day it was like sixty. I had the windows and doors open to get in some nice fresh air. Shortly after…
It got warmer, the snow melted, and Jobu got adventurous
I was cleaning out the garage when I saw a mouse. I got Jobu to come out and do his ferocious hunter thing. He sniffed around for a bit, got bored, and went back inside.
On Monday mornings I try to get out of the house a little after 6am. Jobu find these mornings disruptive. I am up way early and running about doing things, getting dressed, taking a shower, etc. I prefer to leave when he is asleep so I don’t disturb him. On mondays he is almost always up when I leave. This Monday as I locked the door I looked through the window beside the door. He walked up and was looking at th door and at men through the window as if to ask “daddy where you going?”.
My little furry friend above taught me a lesson. There’s a park near where I live now. I’ve been using it for my walking. It has a looping path that I walk. Each loop is a little less than a mile. On my first time around a noticed this little guy walking across the path. I started to sneak up on him so I could get a picture. Once I got up close I began to wonder if something was wrong with the poor guy. He didn’t seem to be reacting to me much and was breathing very heavily. I stomped my feet to try and get a reaction and it just turned away from me a little bit. I walked on leaving him there breathing heavy and sniffing the rocks. The next time around the path I found him a few feet away. Dead as a doornail, lying on his side with his tongue sticking out. I was reminded of the fleeting nature of life.
Days warm enough for a walk, nights cold enough to freeze, and the leaves changing colors.