But visiting my best friend, Clare, and her dog, Archie, will be bittersweet. It’s almost certainly the last time that Frankie will see his old friend…or should I say Arch frenemy?
I’m hearing Clare gasping right about here, so let me explain. Archie — who was diagnosed recently with CCD — may have a good deal of time left. But he’s not up for traveling anymore; he’s arthritic and it’s a bit confusing for him to go to new places. And, what with his diabetes and car phobia, Frankie’s not the greatest traveler either.
In the past, Clare and I and Archie and Frankie used to rendezvous halfway between Tucson and Santa Barbara. This time, in deference to Archie’s superior age and wisdom, Frankie and I are going the extra miles to see them.
I will of course report on the meeting after the fact. But while I’m still home and have time, I’d like to provide a bit of background.
Not long after I got Frankie, I planned a trip with Clare to Scottsdale and Sedona. I didn’t have much hope for any bonding on Frankie’s part. He hadn’t evinced any friendliness towards any dogs — or people — in Tucson; I was grateful that he’d finally accepted me after a trial period of shunning. So imagine my surprise and delight when my best friend’s best friend bonded with mine. I’ve detailed the story here.
I had high hopes for the second encounter that Clare and I planned for Frankie and Archie in Palm Springs. It didn’t pan out, but in the process, I learned something about Frankie –and about myself. Read about one of the reasons I had to establish a guilt-free zone here.
Third time’s a charm?
Well, not really. As the above picture from last year’s visit to San Diego shows, the boys are not exactly interacting. But we didn’t expect them to. And at least Frankie didn’t try to hump Archie.
We’re staying at Clare’s house, and Frankie has never visited Archie on his home turf. Perhaps he will revert to his early grasshopperhood, giving due deference to Archie’s zen mastery. Or not. Stay tuned.