It all started on beautiful Santa Fe morning. A cool sixty degrees and few semi-transparent clouds float high above. We started our ascent at the Santa Fe Ski basin. Hiking Lift #1 ski face a 1,000 foot steep climb. Chipmunk chatter keeps Mo and Woodyman busy out-of-sight in the surrounding woods. It seemed they took turns checking. Noticing it was either Mo or Woody bouncing playfully from the woods checking on my slow climbing status while the other dog remained hidden among the thick Aspens.
It was always one dog checking on my status? They had treed a chipmunk, and one dog guarded the tree against the chipmunk from escaping, while the other dog checked on my progress. Occasionally on walks, the dogs would bring a small chipmunk from the woods and lye it at my feet and their eyes gleaming with delight. “Well, thank you, I would say.
Mo (female Sheppard/Husky mix) was born in Corvallis, Oregon in the back of a school bus. Her blackness and deep darken black face resembles her father’s appearance. Mo (9/1995 – 9/2009) and I had been through much and traveled much distances together.
Mo wasn’t my first dog. Beta (9/1995 - 7/1996) was born in Corvallis, Oregon and I had the privilege of being with her firstly and then Mo joined us. Beta, Mo’s sister, flashed her four pure white paws while she energetically played with Mo, they were a pair. Woodyman (3/1997 – 5/2010) was Beta’s daughter born six weeks before Beta’s death in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
After I had moved from Corvallis, Oregon to Santa Fe, New Mexico, I hit the lowest point in my life. What bought me to this point were the ideologies of persons determined keeping to an obsessionist scheme. Those who hold to a narrowly focused obsessionist scheme motivates carnage and demoralizes genuine surroundings. Beliefs in that people are deserving or are entitled of something. This entitled belief extends material admiration and instantiates assassinations on the spontaneous.
On a particular Sunday morning day, a particular person held tightly this obsessionist view, which resulted in the murder of Beta, leaving her motionless; this person’s fixation deadened any opposition, deadened anything acting genuine.
Personally, I am saddened by loosing Beta to such a defining stronghold in people’s beliefs. Six weeks prior to Beta’s slaying, she had delivered a liter of ten, and Woodyman was one-tenth of the whole.
Defining: any opponent causing a material shortfall or demise, grants the material allies a material right to butcher such an opposing entity.
