At 150 years old Scooby is like a beautiful vintage printing press. Not just for looks, but still used daily. Humming like a soothing song. You listen for every sound because you know what every sound means. With grace and good fortune, that printing press still turns out the most gorgeous works of art. Brilliant with color, depth and clarity.
Keeping that printing press going takes a wee bit of extra work. So every day every part gets rubbed, polished, greased and oiled. With love. And that work, that wee bit of extra work, that work is a joy because you love being the pressman for this printing press that loves you back.
The frustration is that you know some parts may wear out. Parts no longer made. So you worry. But you continue. Because that printing press loves to run.
And you remind yourself every day that you are lucky to be with this printing press. And that every day while you are printing beautiful things with your beautiful printing press, you must enjoy these moments even more. Being present for them. Because you cannot text them or tweet them.
And sadly, because so many other printing presses no longer work so well. But this one does. And that is a blessing.
Today while we were out running errands, someone stopped to pet Scooby. She turned to me and said “you know, that dog is going to live forever.” From her lips to God’s ears. I hope she’s right. Because I’m planning on it too.
The Scoobs just finished his second dinner. Yes, dinner times two. No, he was not supposed to have two dinners. And he knew that. But his post first-dinner barking soliloquy told me he still had room for more. So that’s exactly what we did.
Because sometimes dinner times two is the best dinner.
After dinner we went outside. The wind blew from the west. Brief gusts made the trees squeak. Scooby stood facing west, his ears flapping in the breeze. His nose catching every news update.
Every few seconds he would turn to look at me. And there I was, already looking at him. Because I love that printing press so very much. And watching him watching me is one of my greatest joys.
And that’s how we do it. Hopefully forever.
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