take joy in greeting.
From fluffily dainty little white-and-pink Rosie, the beloved Bichon Frise who gets walked two or three times daily around the block, (who lives on the street behind us), accompanied by a plump, sweet-natured pink-and-white little old lady, to Cannelle, an elderly Golden Retriever who lives next door, they have a wide circle of acquaintances.
Yesterday, on our ravine walk, we saw our friend whose surgery to implant a permanently-installed pump to his brain to constantly drain the water that accumulates there, but who was still suffering dreadful headaches. The corrective surgery took place just a few days ago, to remove that pump and replace it with another, along with a computerized device that more finally graduates the amount of fluid being drained. And it's made a huge difference to him. The headaches are gone, though he has an uncanny feeling of floating on air which is an indication that this pump too requires fine-tuning, but his world has changed, for the better.
His wife can now relax somewhat; she has been grinding her teeth at night, has acquired an entire new set of worry-lines, and her doctor has informed her she has to make more of an effort to relax her vigil; perhaps now she can. Their three Border Collies represent an example of what affection and firm direction can accomplish in these working dogs. They are obedient to every quiet command that is emitted from the patient lips of their humans.
The dogs skilfully evade the presumptuous gallumphing leaps that Jack and Jill make toward them, in their friendly, but rude overtures. And when the dogs await their humans' decision to continue on with their ravine walks after standing about talking, they are still as statues. That stillness confuses and concerns Jackie. Efforts to entice the three to romp fail; their silent, still attitudes evoke confusion in Jackie's mind, and he slowly backs away from them, uttering plaintive little murmurings.
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