This is a fluff story. Sweetgrass, the Workaholic Dachshund, is a grassroots kind of gal. Need I say more, except that it’s pretty obvious why she chose her name. She loves digging down to, and beyond, her grass roots. The sweetest thing on earth to do, in her opinion.
I could go on and on with silly stuff about my tiny but mighty friend, so I will, as a swift respite from today’s global horrors…
I worry about Sweetgrass, sometimes. Her passion to dig, to get to the bottom of things…to search out empty underground rooms vacated long ago by gophers, snakes and whoevers, can be extremely disturbing, at times. Where do you draw the line between full-on passion and obsession?
I drew the line the way-too-early morning she woke me to take her outside. She stood silent by the bedroom door. Silent as a daddy long-legs tiptoeing over my comforter, she vibed me with an intent that pierced through the rare and delightful dream I was in.
Out of my dream, groggy with effusive apologies to her for having taken her for her last out and about too early the evening before, I stumbled off my futon mattress onto the floor in total duress about the terrible stress I had caused her.
Threw on my robe, my coat, my hat, pulled on socks, slipped into slippers, put on gloves, and carried her down the stairs, stumbling again, not floating the way sleepwalkers do.
Fumbled with her jacket, her harness, her leash, all the necessities to keep her warm and protected from the big hooting owl—plus the raccoons, skunks, deer and coyotes she would definitely chase—and carried her down the porch steps that grew steep during dark hours. Plopped her gently down on stiff grassy ground.
Her twelve pounds dragged me straight on and on through the cold, damp dark, finally to a place in the grass, where she sniffed and sniffed and sniffed with the veracity of some unheard of prehistoric bestial phantom archetype attempting to snort the entire planet of dirt through her inflated nasal canals.
Then, she did something weird whilst the whole world slept, or at least, the birds still did.
She pawed. She pawed and pawed and pawed and kept pawing. Not like a normal dog on the trail of a gopher, or a cat in a litter box in a rush to extract bladder fluid or a colon deposit.
Sweetgrass was on a mission. Not to relieve herself as first suspected, but, to retrieve some wayward primal ancestral memory buried within the deepest recesses of her nose.
Something had woken her up and off our mattress to stand by the door, her portal to some known or unknown thing. She later told me the sudden urge was to find for real what she smelled in a dream that she had been playing out, shoulder to shoulder with my own that morning.
My canine friend did nothing at that bone chilling hour, but dig and dig and dig through the rigid earth with a fury that ran her passion to the ground, a fury so possessed, the ground softened and seemed to yield to her, sacred hidden spaces for her to plunder.
That, at 4am, mountain lion time where I live, is a bit too obsessive. To hell with unwavering passion. Passion is for daytime and nighttime. Not for no time, when the veil is thinnest between worlds, when we lose ourselves in one or the other…though I do like the idea and the occasional experience that goes with that.
So what’s the point of this?
Balance is the point, I guess. For those of you, who like myself, are fully committed to supporting our beloved animals in fulfilling their passions.
Sometimes, we just have to say, no, to them.
Kills me to say that. I hate denying my tiny but mighty friend.
End of story.
Yet, I wonder if I had not deprived her that cold morning, of following her nose leading her heart to the limit, what she would have discovered. An insight, a carcass, an ancestral tailbone fossil, ancient stardust, a way to know herself more deeply?
A way for us to understand more the power beneath the root of our obsessions, deep below our primal fears? The power of following our passions to the extreme truth of who we are? Of where we begin and where we end, if at all?
Did I tell you that Sweetgrass is my power animal?
Been too busy working my obsessive obsessions.