A Little Story about a Confused Dog
I was living in a Georgia State University dorm in Atlanta (the dorms were originally built for athletes in the 1996 Olympics)
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| Centennial Park, downtown Atlanta |
One weekend, Noah drove down to visit me from New York Jacksonville
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| Klaus and Jarda on the beach in Florida |
While we were loading Jarda’s car so he could drive back home, I walked away from the car for a moment. Klaus, not on a leash, ran after me. By the time I realized he'd followed me and turned around, he had disappeared.
I looked for him in
the parking garage; he was not there. Calling for him, Jarda, Noah and I
searched the surrounding neighborhood—lawns, sidewalks, and parking lots—for
about 15 minutes. No Klaus.
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| Where can one small dog be? |
Jarda had to leave; I couldn’t keep Klaus in the
dorm if I found him after Jarda left. As we pondered our dilemma, Noah stood
looking at the parking garage. He said, “There he is.”
We looked up at the top
of the tower that enclosed the stairs—there he was, standing on his tiny rear
legs in the opening that served as a window.
He had run up the stairs—a favorite
pastime with Jarda at the firetower in Guana State Park
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| Guana State Park |
He was looking at us
but not uttering a sound—he only barks when there is a threat to his human
family.
We all climbed up to get him, and Jarda carried him down the three flights of concrete steps. Were it not for Noah, who as an architect remembered that the world has
three dimensions, not just two, the story might have had a tragic ending.
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| Noah and Amelia |
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