{"id":1074,"date":"2013-06-24T14:28:54","date_gmt":"2013-06-24T18:28:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/?p=1074"},"modified":"2013-06-24T14:28:54","modified_gmt":"2013-06-24T18:28:54","slug":"walking-with-the-ghost-dogs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/?p=1074","title":{"rendered":"Walking with the Ghost Dogs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>\u201c<\/i><i>That\u2019s the trouble with living things. Don\u2019t last very long\u2026And then just memories.\u201d \u2013 The Ocean at The End of The Lane \u2013 Neil Gaiman<\/i><\/p>\n<p><i>\u00a0<\/i>I would rather walk than run. I admit for a brief time the summer I turned twenty-seven I was a runner.\u00a0<b>The Complete Book of Running<\/b> by Jim Fixx came out that year and spent time on the best -seller list. It\u00a0would end up selling over a million copies. A lot of people took up running because of Jim Fixx. I was one of them. I figured out pretty quickly some of us are built to run, and the rest should walk. I\u2019m definitely a walker. I still love to watch the runners. You always recognize who they are and that God made them to move like that.<\/p>\n<p>I have been walking around this neighborhood for over twenty years almost always accompanied by a dog or two on my strolls. This summer things are different. Grace, the resident dog in our house, can no longer walk too far, although she is more than willing to try. The sight of the leash in my hand is still greeted happily as the signal for action.<\/p>\n<p>She was eleven last January and is now officially an old dog. Life expectancy for English Cocker Spaniels is twelve. So\u2026 If she were a person, she definitely would have one of those shiny blue walkers with a basket and a seat. We meander very slowly down one block, cross to the next and then reverse our direction. She stumbles because of increasing problems with arthritis in her back but, being a dog and not a person, she gamely gets up and keeps on going. She often plops herself in a patch of tall cool green grass for a brief rest along the way. Back home, she stops to take a long drink before curling up in one of her numerous beds. I am convinced she smiles at me before she shuts her eyes as if to say, \u201cGreat walk, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I go back out alone. I admit at first I am a little sad and then the strangest thing happens. The Ghost Dogs show up &#8211; sometimes separately and sometimes together. As I head down Concord Street toward the park, it\u2019s always Halsey I sense first. Halsey is what is known as \u201ctypey\u201d among dog people, meaning that he is an excellent example of the standard of his breed. He\u2019s an English Springer Spaniel and he bears a strong resemblance to his grandsire \u201cRobert\u201d who won Best in Show at Westminster in 1993. He is also comical, brave, and a dedicated chaser of tennis balls and squirrels, his greatest foe. Entering the park, he races ahead of me toward the tennis courts.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Halsey.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-213\" alt=\"Halsey\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Halsey-216x300.jpg\" width=\"216\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Halsey-216x300.jpg 216w, https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Halsey-739x1024.jpg 739w, https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Halsey.jpg 801w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 216px) 100vw, 216px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>If I look closely in the shadows under the mulberry trees, I will see Teal slurping up the juicy berries on the ground. She is another beauty, her glossy coat, barrel chest and blocky head are hallmarks of the well-bred English Labrador Retriever. Her thick black tail waves an exuberant greeting. She loves to eat and it is only reluctantly that she follows Halsey and I down to the soccer field. I stop to watch them chase each other in games of dog tag and make-believe battles.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_219\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-219\" style=\"width: 155px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Teal_small.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-219\" alt=\"Teal\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Teal_small.jpg\" width=\"155\" height=\"222\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-219\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Teal<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>And then I look again and they are gone. Is it any wonder that I have chosen to let them live again in the pages of my books? I miss them so, and I am grateful to have their memories come join me on my walks through the park. Are there any ghost dogs in your life? If so, when do they show up?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_1075\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1075\" style=\"width: 300px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/IMG_5012.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1075\" alt=\"Do you see them?\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/IMG_5012-300x225.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/IMG_5012-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/IMG_5012.jpg 640w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-1075\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Do you see them?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThat\u2019s the trouble with living things. Don\u2019t last very long\u2026And then just memories.\u201d \u2013 The Ocean at The End of The Lane \u2013 Neil Gaiman \u00a0I would rather walk than run. I admit for a brief time the summer I turned twenty-seven I was a runner.\u00a0The Complete Book of Running by Jim Fixx came out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1075,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1074","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1074","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1074"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1074\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1088,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1074\/revisions\/1088"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1075"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1074"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1074"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathleenferrari.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1074"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}