Jun. 25th, 2005
scar like a snapshot
Jun. 25th, 2005 12:51 pmI have a little scar on my left hand. It's a thin line about an inch long and it has been slowly fading away over the past few years.

We used to play in that backyard and chasing each other around the house a lot then. She quickly outgrew the phase where I could, if I had a long enough lead, jump up on top of her dog house as we raced around the house. When I first started doing it, she would zoom right past me. Then one day she stopped and looked up, pleased with herself. The house trick never worked again.
It wasn't long after that cold afternoon that we couldn't really play the chasing games anyway. Abby grew out of the age where I could outrun her. One spring afternoon the chase lasted about 10 feet before she caught me. It was as if she got faster than me before she realized it and then one day ran full speed. We would still play in the backyard, of course, but thereafter it was her rather than me carefully limiting how much speed or power used to make things fun.
Abby was a good dog. I'm a little sad about the scar fading.