Last week I returned home from auditioning for the part of 'Chief Little
Man', for the film "Fools Gold" and immediately noticed something
missing, Spirit. Spirit, (coincidentally, I call him Little Man several
times a day) is my constant companion. At this moment, he is sleeping
nuzzled up next to my Chuck Taylors. He is a quirky Chihuahua who loves
to eat chicken, visit the goats in the pasture, and remind the
other dogs he is boss. In Spirit's world, being boss means he can
overlook the fact he gets pinned down by the other dogs on a regular
basis when they have had enough of his directive. Being boss also means, he is first in
line to greet me at the door when I come home. Last Thursday, he wasn't
at the door barking, stamping, and playing keep the other dogs away from me. This time only Kasha and Ruby
stood there, quite gentle souls waiting their turn for attention. As I
rushed Spirit to the after hours emergency dog hospital, I surveyed the
large knot in his neck and felt his fever warming my hand. His head was
drawn down to his right shoulder. The vet disappeared with him behind
hinged doors. Sitting in my van, I fought back tears and waited. His
surgery was a success! He is back running things and collecting paint
drips on his back from standing too close in the studio. A thought keeps
passing by, like the news messages we see running at the bottom of our
television screens, 'Everything could change in just one day'.
