LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): Ease up on the romance a bit — even if you’re just getting involved! It’s way too easy for you to become totally immersed and miss out on other aspects of life — which can be quite important, as they are now.
Well, Whitman Langden-Ogden’s sendoff was indeed a memorable affair. It should come as no surprise that Rufus stole the show. As his dog walker escorted Rufus up the aisle for the big solo, the dog refused to budge once it saw the casket. Awkward silence, followed by people shifting in their seats. The trainer pulled but Rufus had put on his emergency brake. He offered a doggy treat from his pocket. Rufus stood firm. Then, eyes locked on the casket wherein laid his master, Rufus let out the most mournful cry. (Beagles have a haunting howl under normal circumstances, but this was a distinctly different tune. Much darker.) It was more heart-wrenching than any eulogy I’ve ever heard. Those in attendance openly wept. Dogs and babies, they have a knack for getting to us.
The trainer attempted to backtrack with the dog, but Rufus sat firmly, still gazing at the coffin. More crying, lots of people hugging, attempting to provide comfort. I cried, too. I knew nothing of the bond between Whitman and Rufus, but you’d have to be a robot to not react to a simple act of canine love and devotion.
Theodore and I walked up the aisle to try to be of some assistance. Rufus howled again. I crouched down and hugged the poor dog. He rolled over and demanded a tummy rub. And so, as the audience reached for tissues, I reached for the beagle’s belly, scratching as he writhed about. I was fully aware that all eyes were on us, but I tried to stop the sweat gland outpouring by reminding myself that people were drawn to the dog, not me.
We managed to coax Rufus out of the hall and the trainer took the dog for a quick run to work off some stress. (Not sure if he was referring to the dog’s or his own.) After the eulogies, the minister was interrupted as Theodore escorted the trainer and the beagle through a door at the front of the hall. Slight change in the order of things, but the show had to go on. Rufus got through his “Lovin’ You” tribute. Had people not witnessed the earlier episode, they would have considered the dog’s “singing” a crass, laughable moment, but people reached once again for Kleenexes as the dog drowned out Minnie Riperton.
In the most peculiar way, I must admit the dog’s presence was lovely.
Stopping by my place before heading to Estelle’s, I gave Tupper the biggest hug ever. He squirmed to get away. Not quite the Hallmark moment I’d envisioned, but just something I needed to do.
It’s “Idol” tonight with Nadia and Tamara, our old viewing party restored. Gabriel is playing volleyball with friends. Two days’ absence. Feels longer. Must not panic. Maybe this will be an example to Nadia and Tamara: you don’t need to dump your friends when a guy comes along.
So why is it I can’t stop thinking about him?
KEN’S JOURNAL (via BlackBerry):
CANCELLED COFFEE W/MADDIE FOR TONITE. TWO STRIKES ALREADY ON MY PART. I DOUBT I’LL GET A 3RD CRACK. (SHE DOESN’T SEEM THE BASEBALL TYPE.) I’VE GOT MY THERAPY SESSION & THEN HAVE TO MEET W/MY LAWYER OVER THE CONDO SALE. AFTER THAT, MARTY’S SHOWING ME SOME PLACES NEAR MAIN. A DATE WLD BE NICE, BUT FRANKLY I’M TOO DISTRACTED OVER THE PROSPECT OF BEING HOMELESS…OR LIVING IN ABBOTSFORD.
IT ALL GOES BACK TO CLARA. I SOLD THE CONDO TO BE RID OF THE MEMORIES, NOW I’M IN A PANIC & I’M BLOWING A CHANCE TO DATE AN ATTRACTIVE, DECENT WOMAN. WHEN DO THE REPERCUSSIONS END? WHEN WILL “MOVING ON” BECOME OFFICIAL?
THE ONE SHRED OF A BRIGHT SPOT IS I’VE LOST 3 POUNDS. STILL LOOKS LIKE I’M CLOSE TO MY PREGNANCY DUE DATE, BUT IT’S A START. EVEN BOUGHT LITE BEER FOR WATCHING THE CANUCKS TONITE. MARTY’LL RAZZ ME BIG TIME, BUT HE’S NOT THE ONE W/A BOWLING BALL UNDER HIS SHIRT.
SO IT’S COME TO LITE BEER. MAYBE I SHOULD JUST GO W/WATER.