Post by Lil Bit on May 24, 2019 21:32:19 GMT
As the days began to pass, Lil Bit's hope began to waver. There were passing incidents that remained niggling in her mind, worming its way through daily routines and inconsequential thoughts. Would she ever find John Smith? The question was wrought with worry and deeper implications that she earnestly tried to ignore. To keep her spirits high, she decided that on this particular day, she was going to do her darndest to treat herself to a good day, whether or not she was reunited with her human. Today was going to be the best day ever! As if to prove such things to herself, she padded merrily along the sidewalks slick with ice, cocked tail bobbing side to side. It seemed that whenever she acted happy, everything else followed suite. Eventually, she would feel that same warmth deep down, too.
The snow from the previous night's blizzard was now mixed with slush as the rain poured, cold and heavy. Several city blocks at the base of steep asphalt hills threatened to flood as the storm drains clogged with ice. In these places, humans yelled at one another from their vehicles, honking horns and shaking fists; hardly an environment conducive to having the best day ever. Turning her nose, she sought out a place that was calmer, shielded from the violence of roaring vehicles.
Eventually, she came across a wooded oasis in the middle of the district. Long and narrow, the park was usually packed with people, but it seemed no one wanted to be outside in the sleet and snow. No one but Lil Bit, that was, who made a sharp turn for a small hole in the fence. Smaller than many other street dogs, she was able to squeeze underneath a hedge and through the bent iron bars. Suddenly, the sounds of the city vanished, and the dog was transported back into the country. The smell of decaying vegetation, leaves, and over-full creek beds overwhelmed her.
Instantly, she set off at a run, mouth open wide, tongue flapping against her cheek. A spray of water trailed behind her, mixed with bits of dirt and grass as she tore up the turf. Though silent at first, the barks came bubbling up, spilling out before the cattle dog could think to stop herself. Once more, the little voice roused, warning her that the slice of paradise was artificial, that as soon as she left the fenced borders, she would be right back in the city. Lil Bit flipped her tail up, and shook her head, jumping and prancing about, clearly ignoring the voice of reason.