April 15th 2013 1:59 pm
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When Geordie was little, I was surprised to find that he tried to catch things that were above him like birds, airplanes and even the moon. At night, when I would take him outside for his final walk, he would rush out of the front door, barking at full volume, trying to scare that pesky moon away. This behavior amused me, but one evening, I could hear one of the neighbors yelling about "Somebody shut that blasted thing up!!" I worried that if I didn't break Geordie of this habit, relations were going to be tense between us and the neighbors.
Over time, I had found that the best way to get an idea across to Geordie was to explain why to him. I pondered for days how to explain to him that no matter how hard he tried, the moon was too far away to catch. He already knew the word for it, so one day I took him outside, pointed and asked, "Do you want to get the moon?" (He knows the phrase "Do you want to get..?") He was all excited to try. So, I picked him up and put him on my shoulder. "See, we can't reach it." The I reached as high as I could with the arm closest to him and jumped at high as I was able. "Buddy, we still can't reach it". I could tell that he understood what I was trying to show him because his whole body just deflated. He slumped down into my arms, so disappointed that he was never going to catch the moon. I felt bad then, like I had crushed his dream. Later in the week, I was comforted to see him again try to catch high things, but now his focus was on geese and airplanes instead of heavenly bodies.
After all these years, I still feel bad that I told my puppy that he couldn't fly.
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