Dog-on-wheels

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Tomorrow I'll put my car in the body shop. Inconvenient, but the guy who backed up right into my front bumper and hood had some great excuse to be distract. So, no hard feelings. I just need to turn inconvenience into opportunity. I will take advantage of the deprivation of my wheels to start an experiment. Can I survive Los Angeles as a pedestrian? I will keep you posted.

Meanwhile, however, my greatest concern has been: can my dog survive Los Angeles without "his" wheels?

In fact, Moki thinks that a day without going to Griffith Park is not a day, and Griffith Park only seems so close. Impossible to reach the park on foot. But there is more. Moki just loves to ride sticking his head out of the window to be brushed by the wind. He's well trained to ride only in the back seat covered with his blanket. So when H. took him out on a date to cheer him up while I was gone, he refused to be in the passenger seat. Moki, by the way, manages to be asked out by lot of girls, and even guys sometimes. But his preference goes to those who can offer him the thrill of a ride.

Since I don't want to lose my place in his heart, I took Moki on a driving date tonight. And just as Edward Norton before turning himself in jail in "25th Hour", I got to think about what I--par me, we-- were going to miss the most without reliable private transportation. Was the night-walk at the multicolored Mulholland Memorial Fountain on the corner of Griffith Boulevard and Riverside? Or our once-in-a-while city walk on Vermont and Franklin in Los Feliz? Just the ups and downs around the hills surrounding Mount Washington? Maybe Moki wanted to run to Ikea to buy the new dog bed I promised him?

Well, we skipped only Ikea. Did all the rest, included a short strip of Sunset across Silverlake. I could not give Moki a real road trip tonight. Not like the trip him and I took last year, driving three days straight from Los Angeles to Rapid City, South Dakota. I think Moki still dreams about the buffaloes and antelopes and deers we met on the deserted roads. Pretty different drive than the L.A. freeways. But we happen to love both. And he was the best driving companion ever. Very supportive and patient.

So in the next days, if you are missing some company driving around, you can always book a date with my dog. As long as he's not on duty pulling the sled on roller skates that I'm planning to build, I won't mind. And Moki would surely appreciate

Comments

[Derek]

I would love a date with your dog. Very handsome. I'm almost as hairy as he is, so it's a match

[gloria]

You got it! Moki liked the vibe so, I put you down on his date book. Please, be patient. He has a lot of social commitments but he's always available to make room for new friends.